🌙 Five friends. One lake. One coin that should’ve stayed buried. What crawled out of Willow Lake that night changed everything… Dare to read The Nightly Storyteller. 👁️http://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/gold-coin-last-call-at-willow-lake.html

🪙 The coin doesn’t choose the brave.
It chooses the sleepless.
And once it does, the nights change.

GoldCoinChronicles
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🪙 A coin found at a truck stop.
🐺 A howl too deep to be human.
📻 A voice on the CB that sounds like yours.

The Michigan Dogman doesn’t hunt. It waits.
And the coin doesn’t choose sides—only moments.

Read “The Weight of the Beast” now.
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🕯️ He thought the Mothman was a warning—not a monster. Until the static whispered his secrets. Until the wings came. Read “The Eyes Above Point Pleasant” and see why belief is a door:
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🎭 You wore the mask. You followed the rules.
But when the jester screamed, you froze.
Now the party won’t end.
And someone else is wearing your face.
TheMasquerade #GoldCoinCurse #MarkedAndMasked
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🎭 You were invited.
You wore the costume.
when the jester screamed…
Did you move?
Did you speak?
Or did you just stand there—
wondering if someone else was wearing your mask?
You didn’t leave the party.
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#HalloweenHorror