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Tad Strange Tales is a semi-interactive blog where all horror stories are to be roleplayed with readers as if they actually happened. Thus, any comments made by readers will receive a personalised response from the character "author".

Your comments will influence the direction the story will take!

Because of this, it is highly encouraged to keep in the spirit of things for readers to play along and roleplay as if all the spooky shenanigans were actually happening to someone out there. Who knows, maybe it is. 

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