Curse of the Hallow Moon
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An e-mail arrived from Beyond the Valley Productions seconds after Tina secured her tickets to the tour. As expected, it contained an attachment, a virtual ticket with a bar-code that could either be printed out or scanned from a cellphone at the door to allow entry. What she did not expect, however, was the second attachment, an untitled video file.
“You'd better not be a virus.” She muttered to herself, clicking on the file.
As soon as it opened, the screen filled with a still image, grainy and black and white. It was a closeup of nine children, boys and girls, staring blankly at the camera with cold, dead eyes.
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