Camera
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Mar 30, 2018
His camera is prison. On his walls the pictures of all his victems wailed and cried. Can the hooded demon be stopped from robbing the inncoent of their freedom.
A short horror story about a camera that transfers people into small photographs.
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