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Somewhere, in this cold, dark world, there is a town that goes by the name Pestin. Pestin is a very quiet town. Empty houses line the cold and dismal roads. At the end of one of these roads lives a deserted mansion. Only few know the incredible story that hides behind its moldy green brick walls
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"October 23rd, 1918. Everything was stripped from us... our pride, our families, even parts of our bodies."
"On October 23rd, four sixteen year old children and their dog, went missing... they were never found and presumed dead six months later..."
"this completely destroyed their families... they died unhappy..."
"nothing was heard from these kids until 100 years later..."
October, 23rd, 2018
It's raining... it almost seems like Satan himself sent it over Pestin. Not many people live there now, only a few hundred. Lots of abandoned houses line the streets, along with the old dreary mansion. Thunder cracks the skies as little children huddle with their parents for protection from the hellish storm. Most families had no power, so some looked at the barley lit streets from their wet windows. Most were staring at the old mansion, looking at it with awe as they witnessed it get struck by a bolt of lighting.
So it begins
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Non-Fiction"somewhere, in this cold, dark world, there is a town that goes by the name Pestin. Pestin is a very quiet town. Empty houses line the cold and dismal roads. At the end of one of these roads lives a deserted mansion. Only few know the incredible sto...
