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... esting in his room along with his two new friends, got up from their makeshift beds. They looked at each other in confusion.

"What's the noise?"

"As much as you know, I don't know!"

"…"

BOOM-BOOM

They heard them again. It got louder and more frequent.

The disciples were never afraid of ghosts. However, they were afraid of the unexplainable phenomenon during the night. Other disciples in the other rooms also got out to see the commotion.

"What's going on? ...

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