I fell a hand covering my and nose. It feels hard, as if it wasn't made of flesh. " Are you ok? " asks a coice. I look and it was Mr. Oscar. Do i run or what?
Fogge it aim running. I run away and hope to not bump into the killer. I climb up a tree and hide there. I catch my breath, and look around. I don't see any body.
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The Puppet Mansion
HorrorHi! My name is Shell. I just won a ticket to the puppet mansion! I'm one of the five lucky winners. I do not know why it's called the puppet mansion, they say it's because that the owner used to be a puppeteer, but besides that, if you like the pla...
