Blood wall

Blood wall

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I've just moved into a new neighborhood today, I'm starting everything fresh. Making friends might be a bit hard for me since I'm so introvert but I think I'll make it though. My sister and I picked out our favourite rooms in the house and decided to 'settle down'. The room I picked out had one wall that was red, mum said that we could repaint it so I didn't think too much about it at first. Who knew ignoring this red wall had consequences.
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