I didn't know they were real.
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My names Ebony Cairson, I live in a town called Hidden Valley . I can understand why I mean, it's in the middle of the woodlands!.
I'm obsessed with creepy pastas ever since I was 12 I've had a major crush on Jeff the killer, My bestie Fae understands and playfully teases me about it, I don't mind. But Hidden Valley....it hides something....something that changed me forever...
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