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Peril In The Room Two
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Complete, First published Apr 12, 2021
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"Breathing heavily, trying not throw up nausea. The trees howleded in the wind and the sound of deranged hawks swarming down past our ears; struck terror upon sickness. We were now 100 miles due east of the camp. Deep in the Alabama forest as ants in the tall grass and pine trees. I'm so glad our children were left at home because having to find one of them would spell Hell for their futures. Poor little guy is out here somewhere lost! Shh, wait whats that?... Let's move!"

PERIL IN THE ROOM PART 2

Another one went missing amoungst the haunted trails of The Little Men!
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Peril In The Room

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    Season 1
    10 parts
  • Season 2
    18 parts
  • Peril In The Room Three cover
    Season 3
    17 parts
  • Peril In The Room Four cover
    Season 4
    14 parts
  • Peril In The Room Five "Neighborly Revolt" cover
    Season 5
    9 parts
  • Peril In The Room Six "Anterior Rivalry" cover
    Season 6
    11 parts
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