The Wrong Flight

The Wrong Flight

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They've been planning this for years. Maggie and Amber, two lifelong friends determined to make their last spring break before college the most epic. Soaking up the sun with their high school sweethearts is almost a dead giveaway to the best trip ever! When they arrive, strange things happen inside their villa. Open windows, footprints, and secret messages.... they can't help but think it's one of them playing a prank on the others. But when one of them ends up brutally murdered, they know that this isn't just a silly prank. It's something darker than that... something sinister.
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