don't run with scissors

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-Prologue-

i always hated that house at the end of my street. Old, Creepy a type of mansion that some people would have called haunted. That house was owned by my great great granfather's family but they all mysteriousltly disapeared in the 1880's. I never knew what happened to them until that very night... 

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 06, 2013 ⏰

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