I remember 1972 as if it were yesterday a year like that, was something to never forget. Not because of outrageous political events, but simply because of one miserable vacation. This was a life event we could never erase; no matter how hard we tried it became apart of our
nightmares. You can never get ride of the truth, ounce it's there it stays forever. When accepting the unfortunate of events is to confess to it. To me it doesn't matter if you reek in disgust or distrust the words that I tell because this isn't for you. My past is my past, my words are my words, our actions are our doing. This is why the truth is called:the truth, it's hard to believe it actually happen...but it did.
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1972
HorrorIn the summer of 1972, four friends set out on a vacation in the secluded cabins of Eath. During there stay a trying stop to the grocery store leads to a bone gripping chain of events, changing the lives of many even amongst each other. Dabbling i...
