Horror in the Basement
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Última publicación sáb, mar 8, 2014
This is also a story I made for school. A girl about 12 years old, stays home for the evening while her parents are out. She starts to hear strange noises after reading her murder mystery book. Read, Horror in the Basement to see what she finds in her basement!
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