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... e with my eyes closed, expecting to die. I must not have breathed the entire time because when I eventually opened my eyes and saw the figure before me, I didn’t have any air in my lungs to scream.
"Step right up," a voice proclaimed with a broken, staticky sound. "You've won a ticket!"
The figure before me was not a scarecrow, no. It was Silas the Showman, the creepy fortune-telling animatronic we gotten our tickets from.
His lights had lit up, his arms were moving, and ...
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