[HOLD SFS] SPOOKEDS; The Possessed Threshold.
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ㅤSHALL WEㅤㅤㅤ"𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ╲ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥." ㅤㅤROT TO DEATH. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @UnderGraveBot ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ @Cemeteryous
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#BLINK for Enola Holmes 3 at @HolmesBase. Our favorite detective is finally walking down the aisle, so naturally, the whole crew had to drop everything to do only for attending the special wedding! We @Spookeds are more than ready for the mystery, the mayhem, and the happily ever after ♥️🤩
࿙࿚۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪ ᩙ.𓏶 ㅤㅤ──𝄂████╋_ㅤㅤㅤㅤ۫ ׅ۫ ׅ۫ ׅ۫ ׅ╋ ㅤㅤ✚۫ ׅ🥀ㅤㅤ﹖
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ㅤ ⏝ི𓏶🪝🔦ㅤ⠀ ㅤㅤㅤ⠞⡷𓎢𓎠ᳩ᳘ං𓎠𓎡
The iron gate shrieked against the cracked stone, a throat of rusted iron vomiting its protest into the night. I crossed the threshold of Blackwood Sanatorium. Above, a fractured moon bled its sickly, curdled light through a strangling shroud of fog, illuminating a graveyard of rotting oak and jagged glass shards that littered the entrance hall.
─┼──The atmosphere inside was a physical blow, saturated with the st۫۫۫۫e҈ ۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫ ҉ ҈ ҉ ҈۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫ ҉nch of damp earth, pooling copper, and a suffocat҈ ҉ ҈۫۫۫۫ ҉ ҈۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫ ҉ing dust that tasted distinctly of cellular dec۫۫ay.۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫ ۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫█░ 👁ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I had come as a parasite, seeking to harves۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫t۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫۫ their ghost stories. I did not realize I was the prey. From the devouring shadow of an overturned gurney, a silhouette uncoiled. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‽!¡🩸 ㅤㅤ ﹙ㅤClick.۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪ Click۪۪۪۪۪. Click.۪۪۪۪۪۪ ﹚ ෩໋࿙࿚۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪۪ ᩙ......Their nails beat a frantic, rhythmic tattoo of approaching death. I spun on my heel to flee, but the abyss had already sealed the exit. ㅤ ㅤ
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ㅤ(𝟺𝟺𝟺......🕯)ـــــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ🎀
Hungering to devour, the blighted ㅤflesh yearns
for life eternal. Would you dance into the charnel
ring of death? 'Yes, I will.' and so I shall bestow
you a longer span of life you will suffer and walk
upon (for ㅤit was ㅤ never hell, ㅤunless you
transgress the ㅤlaws of the ㅤㅤsepulcher). Oh,
Father, you're bound to be the undoing of us all.
⏝ᰯᰯ֟፝ᰯٖٖ⏝ᰯᰯ֟፝ᰯٖٖٖ⏝ᰯᰯ֟፝ᰯٖٖٖ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙🦷🩸ㅤㅤㅤ✚𓏵❤️
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHave mercy upon us in
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthe grave. We are ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdevoured when the way
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤto the end is made known.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ\
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤclose the gate of death.
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