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I hate being in the church at night. I hear noises all the time from that locked off cellar - things moving around, voices muttering. Vicar says it’s nonsense, that the place has been locked for years, but I know what I hear. It’s bloody haunted, I’m sure of it. I begged the sergeant to take me off the night shift up here, but he insists there’s nowhere better to keep an eye on the town. If I tell him there’s voices coming from the crypt he’d think I was corrupted, and then I’d be for it. This bloody zone’s enough to drive anyone mad.
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