UNA NOCHE EN EL CEMENTERIO

UNA NOCHE EN EL CEMENTERIO

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Aug 6, 2019
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Un cura en un pueblo de mi infancia le gustaba bajar al cementerio a invocar a los espíritus su nombre era Jose Arcadio. Una noche junto a mi hermano poco a poco vimos como se adentraba en lo más oscuro del cementerio no te imaginaras lo que paso después.
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