I’ve always heard weird stories about graveyard shift. Tales of weird sounds and creepy whispers in the dark alleys of deserted buildings, or even of uncanny encounters among the shadowy walls.
Either they are all tall tales, or the folds of darkness and night do posses more than meets the eye.
Just like some genuine 1970s progressive-rock acts, the night time can really keep quite a handful of surprises in its sleeve.
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