Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark book series.
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DustFalcon85
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Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark book series.
Has anyone got the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark trilogy books by Alvin Schwartz and the scary artwork by Steven Gammel? Nowadays they updated the books w/ new artwork which is lame.
Language bearers, Photographers, Diary makers. You with your memory are dead, frozen.
Lost in a present that never stops passing.
Here lives the incantation of matter. A language forever.
Like a flame burning away the darkness. Life is flesh on bone convulsing above the ground.
Lost in a present that never stops passing.
Here lives the incantation of matter. A language forever.
Like a flame burning away the darkness. Life is flesh on bone convulsing above the ground.
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MoonStalkeR
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Re: Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark book series.
I may have read these tomes aeons ago. Does a story taking place at a fog-drenched bus stop ring any bells?
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DustFalcon85
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Re: Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark book series.
The Bus Stop a/k/a The Vanishing Hitchhiker? Yes I've heard of it.MoonStalkeR wrote:I may have read these tomes aeons ago. Does a story taking place at a fog-drenched bus stop ring any bells?
Language bearers, Photographers, Diary makers. You with your memory are dead, frozen.
Lost in a present that never stops passing.
Here lives the incantation of matter. A language forever.
Like a flame burning away the darkness. Life is flesh on bone convulsing above the ground.
Lost in a present that never stops passing.
Here lives the incantation of matter. A language forever.
Like a flame burning away the darkness. Life is flesh on bone convulsing above the ground.