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Something was off. The words blew her back. The staff fell through her hands, the world turned pitch black.

She looked down at herself to find a form unknown. Robes, ghostly white, covered head to toe.

The sound of her groan produced an ominous tone as a crowd of ghouls formed, clattering bone.

The girl, now Known, paying the price for her squabbles, must feed the souls of Wooks, Witches, and Wobbles.

These stories are told to keep the ghosts in the past. Keep an eye on your friends and always puff puff pass.

And if you find yourself alone and hear a bone curdling groan. Remember FreeBass’s tale of the ghost called Known.

Hope you enjoyed the story! See y’all tonight 😁👻

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The ghost uttered a chant that grew louder with time, she covered her ears but words penetrated her mind.

She looked hard, eyes widened, yet she saw no one. Not a soul, not a totem, only Afrkn Shaman.

In a thick rainbow coat he looked prepped for a freeze. Which she found a bit odd as it was like 100 degrees.

The world was upside down, nothing made any sense. Is Nickleback dope? Should I go to Float Fest?

“Get ahold of yourself!” She stood up fast. Wobbled up to the shaman and took his staff.

The chanting stopped. His face turned BVGGY. “I like my dark lows and my ear-candy fuzzy.”

Tune in for the last part of this spooky story tomorrow and get ready for Wobble Wednesday!

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This story begins with a wook who lost her fam. Like a sick horse she stumbled, tiny spoon in her hand. Where she searched for her bros she found only BRUHHH’s. So she continued in frustration, looking desperately for her best buds.

She hung her head in dismay, her heart was torn. But in the corner of her eye there glimmered a ground score.

She leaped with joy! The rave gods felt her pain! But they must have been sauced as she found not buds but Merry Jane.

She smoked it all, exhaled the last puff. Only then did realize she hath f**k’ed up. The smoke took shape, and with much shock, appeared the mighty frown of Doobie Bock.

“Who dares act with such contempt, crass? Forever I curse those who do not puff puff pass.”

She turned to run, for his ghost has clout. Yet it was hopeless, impossible. This wook was too spun out.

Stay tuned for part 2 of this spooky story and come see us at Wobble Wednesday!

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