3 AM: Horror AU
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Last published Thu, Jun 14, 2018
On a one rainy night, me and my friends are having a sleepover in my house. We have a tons of fun, but not fun enough. So we decided to play a game, we recently heard about this 3 AM challenge, ghost and spoils coming out, and 3 AM is known as the devils hour, but we didn't mind that at all.
Sat in the floor, surrounding the table in front of us, writing all the challenges that we saw online. We have a lot of fun after that. Not until we played the last game that we've fully regretted playing it.
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