Horror: The Nun
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I would be on the floor right now, unconscious, but every instinct in my body was telling me to run.
A loud noise came from behind me. Someone screamed, and the walls of the caved in castle shook, as the hooded figure closed in.
Idea from the Netflix movie, The Nun.
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