The death hour
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Última publicación mar, may 26, 2015
Please read and vote!.................................. I thought it was a typical Monday for me. But no, I'm going to go through hell with 22 of my friends and my boyfriend. We have to find the killer who killed everyone in the school,..but can we do it?! I'm so scared it doesn't even compare I anything I've been through. It's total hell for the next 3 days we've been in the school can we make it out in time and kill the killer???...................... Read to find out what happens in this Thrilling Horror Story
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