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Somehow, Larry had managed to get himself lost in a not-so-great area on the outskirts of the city--and while he didn’t really know where he was, the orange idiot was more than aware that this section of the city was rumored to be haunted. Larry and ghosts don’t exactly mix, so the poor guy is frightened by every gust of wind, flapping garbage bag, and rolling tin can.
Hello?! I-is somebody there?!
It’s dark already, and none of Larry’s calls have been answered. It figures that his cell phone didn’t have any reception out here, but at least it has a flashlight app. He clutches the phone tightly in his hand, weak beam extending into the darkness, as he hears the sound of approaching footsteps.
Who’s there? S-stop where you are, I-I’m warning you!
Not that a verbal warning could stop a ghost, but hey: he figured that he’d try!
