Necrophobia: The Bartender
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The Bartender: Necrophobia | A Creepypasta Story | Rewrite 2023
By PaxArsenal
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This story may contain mature and sensitive content!
[This is a fictional story/character! Everything is fictional; this is only entertainment to the audience and myself as the creator.]
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