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“He was a little brown dog, with spiky wiry hair and a lot of energy. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I’d driven home with him that day last fall. I’d tucked him into his carseat beside me and piled some supplies into the fo
“Curios” I said to myself. It was an odd sensation, but it seemed like the lines of the door under the sign, of the front window and its contents were coming into existence as I looked at them, I’m sure because there was so much to
🏚ī¸âœ¨ Join me for a spooky chat... if you dare. ✨🏚ī¸ I’ll be going LIVE on The Eve of Halloween at 12 PM ET to share stories about my very own haunted house 👀, including some eerie attic photos I’ve uncovered (you know, just in time for
 

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