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The Regretful Reflection.  

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And there it was. Right before our eyes. We had found it, at last. My friend Tamara and I had discovered the place from which all the rumours had started. Everyone knew about the house, but nobody knew it existed, at least until now. We looked at each other, as the cold chill of the evening air rushed across our faces. I got the feeling something horrible lurked inside, and I just had to find out what. When I heard the rumours about the house, I thought that it was going to be some kind of really scary haunted house, but my instincts were wrong. The house only looked about fifty years old, but it must have been left lying dormant for decades. The tiles on the roof were no longer a terracotta colour, but a dark, furry green. A few birds' nests were scattered around various places on...

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