One of my best friends growing up's family owned a funeral home with an apartment above it. We would often invite unsuspecting friends over and lock them in the apartment while we tormented them by banging under the stairs and making moaning noises. There is a good chance I am going to hell for that.
The Confessional is now open. Have something you need to repent for? Feel free to send me your sin and I will help your purge your demons.
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