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It was mid-night in El Paso. The witching hour as some thought of it. While others wouldn't dream of thinking it that way. What did matter was the fact a group of oily socially awkward teenagers thought they could get something.
Something to make things easier. They didn't know what price they would have to pay for this. They didn't care. They just wanted a way to keep away the people they thought would kill their chances at going a week without being treated like nothing more than geeks.
They didn't know they just got themselves over their heads. They called up demons, not helpful spirits.
They were in trouble. Help would be needed if they were to survive the night.
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