Thistle House
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MatureOngoing1h 39m
Last published Tue, Jan 10, 2023
Don't be afraid...
Don't look into the corners of your bedroom...
Always count the doors before bed...
Don't get out of bed after 1am...
DONT say her name...
Life had started out pretty normally.
before that summer it was just a house. Just a rotting house in the middle of the woods. A story. A small town legend.
But she broke the rules. We broke the rules.
It was never her fault, it was always the house. the house did this to us...
it was the house.
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