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Don't Look Away [COMPLETE]
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My name is Alexis crassler These mysterious days has started to be full of darkness and Alexis Crassler started packing up her things and she ride in the train with no one to assist her.She lives in a cruel world that is full of sorrow and pain Alexis Crassler saw many ghosts and horrors even though dolls too and there she saw a note and it says "don't look back." But she looked back and saw some another note behind her it says "you are realy stubborn" and she tried to go to the baby room and now she is inside I saw a crib it was rocking like a rocking chair and then I heard some laughing noises and Crying baby dolls I took a step back and ran through the door I tried to open the door it was locked and I was trapped.The doll was named Annabelle it is coming in my way.I saw a teardrops in her face it's color red! When she is in front of me I saw a knife it surrounds with a blood she tried to stab me I woked up and saw a note it says "Don't look away."
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