Night Chills
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MatureOngoing1h 0m
Last published Sun, Jun 28, 2015
"Yeah right I'm sleeping in this creepy as fuck room,I bet there's a ghost here or some shit" Frank muttered to himself. He wasn't being ridiculous though,for little did Frank know just how true that statement was.
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