Historias de terror
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Last published Thu, Dec 20, 2018
Lo sobrenatural existe, y la vida real puede probarlo. Estos once estremecedores relatos narran historias que verdaderamente le ocurrieron a gente común, cuyas identidades se han protegido.
Atrévete tu también a conocer el extraño llamado que recibió un ministro de Dios, ha pasar una noche en una hacienda, encontrarte de frente con un infortunado niño que juega por siempre con su pelota roja; entre otros relatos
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