BEHIND THE DOORS
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Last published Sun, Jul 6, 2014
It was Friday the 13th and Rick had a hard time sleeping that night. Well its not like Rick had peaceful sleep in his room any night. But Rick felt that Friday was different he isn't one to believe in superstitions but he could feel the cold chill going down his spine... and there was nothing anyone could do to change his mind.
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