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Creepypasta: Jeff the Killer (Short Story); Never Wake Up

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Welcome to the religious little town of Amphele, tucked away near the outskirts of the infamous forest rumored to house the world's greatest horrors. But you could care less about urban legends, even if they were real. Surrounded by self-righteous elders who swore you were the devil's spawn and your snobbish peers who thought of you to be nothing more than a punching bag, your life seemed to be nothing more than a thick fog full of cruel surprises. However, meeting the white-faced killer was the most bizarre thing that's ever happened to you, and you soon grow fond of his attitude and constant cross demeanor. But as you both grow closer to each other, you realize that there is more to him than his homicidal giddiness and well practiced bladesmanship, and that they are many things hidden deep beneath his permanent smile.

Step into the shoes of Lucille Isbelle, and immerse yourself in your new world now dyed crimson.Todos los derechos reservados

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