They're everywhere. Bars, grocery stores, churches. No matter the time, no matter place. And the moment you finally thought it was safe to leave the house, there they were. This time, let 'em have it. This time, let the world know who they really are...on The Creepbook.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Ghost Hunters

We went to the cemetery to scare ourselves while we pretended to be ghost hunters. You, on the other hand, were there for some kind of twisted pleasure. So you like to be alone in cemeteries at night? Satan worshiper? You started fucking petting a child's gravestone. What. The. Fuck.

Bachelor's Grove, IL

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