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Listener Tales 34

Morbid

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I Love My Mam, I Love Yours

My mam recalls a black mass of a human figure draped in a black cloak, towering over the neighbor's front walkway. She said she stood frozen on the concrete, aring at it in a mix of utter horror and shock. The only thing she could equate it to was to being the grim reaper. Shortly after this event, my mamma came home from her job as a school librarian around four pm. At this time i lived at home, and received an anonymous phone call. Is there a reason i left the t v on and music playing full blast? I responded with, hu, that wasn't me. I have just a disembodied male voice

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