Ghoulilicous | *throws wrench*
Unbeknowst to the students watching the shack from outside the fence the poor ghoul made it's way slowly around the dark living room of the shack. Sniffing the air, the ogre groaned loudly to itself as it smelled bugs and critters. Yummy! Food!
Rushing forward towards the smell the poor ghoul picked up a heavy book from a nearby table that he dropped with a thump down on where he thought the bugs were hiding. Could a poor ghoulie finally feast?
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