Because every story is a ghost story, even mine. — Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
Because every story is a ghost story, even mine. — Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
Because every story is a ghost story, even mine. — Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
Because every story is a ghost story, even mine. — Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
Because every story is a ghost story, even mine. — Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
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Because every story is a ghost story, even mine.

— Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
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