Hide and Seek
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You are a young male working at an asylum but you soon come to realize that you are no alone in there. Many non-human creatures try to get you to play with them but in the end are you the one that is actually going crazy and imagining it. You soon will find out that it was al just a flash back and the memories you have aren't real. You soon come to question reality if you are real or fake. A doctor knows that you are not real and everything you told him is not real.
Does this curse continue on forever? Or does it only come from the person who lost their baby in a miscarriage?
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