Dead Or Alive
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Last published Sat, Oct 7, 2017
I screamed as saw his body being dragged away, i screamed so terrified as blood covered my face i thought i was gonna cry but i didn't ,i was numb.. couldn't feel anything...
i wonder who that is, and are they really dead.....or alive DUN DUN DUN.
Dead Or Alive is a horror book thing...ok like seriously Dead Or Alive is about these friends and how there not perfect life becomes horrifying (more horrifying than what you see in the mirror...Jk It also has comedy...well im not funny but i tried....idk just read since you made it this far...
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