welcome to our special hell
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Ongoing10m
Last published Mon, Feb 18, 2019
hello and welcome to a book I call "welcome to our special hell" a story book I wanted to make for a LONG MOTHER FRICKIN TIME even though Halloween already passed I still wanted to do this anyway this story will have some gore, creepy pasta, true story's that happened to me before, original scary story's of my own in a way more creepy pasta.
so let's shut the frick up and get to the blood
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