The forgotten child
- Lecturas 13
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- Partes 2
Midnight was a only 5 when her parents died. It was the middle of kindergarten. She was in class when it happened, and of course the police didn't know about her since the only proof that they had a child was in a basement. She lived in there hiding from something or someone that's out to get her... but who or what is it. At the age of 7 she stoped going to school and disappeared but why. Was it because of the thing or person out to get her. Did the police find out about her. did they take her. Well let's be honest you want to know so read to find out...
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