Deep in the woods of a far away land there was a small house built be a family and that family had soon parishes from unknown causes two years later another family moved in but that family died not that long after they had moved in. When the family was found with long horizontal cuts running down there arms and legs and hand shaped bruises around their necks, ankles and wrists. The same thing happened over many many years to every family that had moved in even if it wasn't a family the person would still die of unknown and mysterious causes with mysterious cuts and bruises on there body. And a couple years before present times a priest had gone to release the little house of all its evil entities but there were so many that he had to leave quickly in order to stay safe. To this day everyone who lives in said house dies the same tragic and slow death that the people before them had.
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A book of little stories
DiversosThis book is just a book where my friend and I just write little stories off the top of our heads.
