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Dean had come across some strange stories in his time, but the tale of the Boojum was one of the oddest. He’d been passing through a quiet town deep in the Appalachian Mountains when he overheard some locals at the bar talking about it: a hairy, humanoid creature that supposedly lived in the mountains with a treasure hoard. It sounded like the kind of tall tale you’d hear after a few too many drinks, but there was something in the way the locals spoke that made Dean pay attention.
The stories were all over the place—some said the Boojum was a lost miner, others claimed it was a spirit, and a few even swore it was just a bear that had learned to walk on two legs. But there was one common thread: people had been going missing in the woods, and that was enough for Dean to check it out.
( Say it with me: Boojum )
[NFB. Open for calls, texts, etc.]
The stories were all over the place—some said the Boojum was a lost miner, others claimed it was a spirit, and a few even swore it was just a bear that had learned to walk on two legs. But there was one common thread: people had been going missing in the woods, and that was enough for Dean to check it out.
( Say it with me: Boojum )
[NFB. Open for calls, texts, etc.]
