"This is all too weird", Krystal said, as she began cautiously backing away from the black-garbed figure that stood before her. She knew beyind a shadow of a doubt that Jim Morrison was dead, regardless of what this spectre-like being said. As she backed away, "Jim" gazed at her with a toothy grin. "You won't be escaping that way", he offered.
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