Noapte Horror In Castelul Bran
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, Jan 13, 2019
Este o poveste parțial fantezistă. Multe din lucrurile relatate sunt cât se poate de reale. Le-am experimentat chiar eu. Spațiul actiunii este unul fantezist, insă desfășurarea acțiunii și punctul culminant s-au intamplat in camera mea . Ceea ce a iesit pana la urmă, seamănă cu un Creepy Pasta
E prima mea povestioară, sper să vă placă.
PS: Nu știu ce titlu sa pun =))
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