Suis-je devenu fou ?
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En seulement 2 jours, ma vie va être bouleversée suite à des événements paranormaux !
Je me remets en question après que la police m'est déclaré fou. Mais je n'étais pas le seul à l'avoir vécu et la blessure est pourtant réelle, celle que ces êtres invisibles m'ont faite.
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