Benn Andersen woke up to a loud, wailing scream. He got out of bed and wanted to find the source of the piercing sound. It felt like it was in the room with him, but it couldn’t be, Benn thought, he was alone. He noticed a strange shadow in the corner of the room. Quickly he turned on the lights. The person lying on the floor looked vaguely familiar. He wasn’t moving. He checked his chest, but there was no breath. The scream continued. He soon realized that it was him, Benn Andersen’s spirit, that was screaming.
"Classic"
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