The Theater Play Through
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  • Reads 481
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 8
  • Time 59m
Complete, First published Feb 11, 2015
Everyone has read about those haunted games that when played drives people insane, or makes the player "mysteriously disappear" after a few hours of playing. Those are just fake, right? Obviously haunted games aren't meant to exist...But what if there's a small chance that these stories of haunted games aren't too far from the truth? Meet May, a college student on school break that is spending time with her long distance internet friend, who is a bit obsessed with these games. May's ordinary life is then thrown upside-down when she discovers that her friend has brought with her a copy of one of these allegedly haunted games: The Theater, possibly one of the most famous haunted games on the internet.
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