''Elaine's Washing Machine''
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''Elaine's Washing Machine'' is the secondary creepypasta story I wrote after my debut story ''A Dreadful November.''
The story goes after the character of Elaine as she wakes up from a nightmare that has been repeating itself since, and it involves the washing machine given to her by her deceased grandmother, will Elaine know the meaning of said nightmare, or will it eat her completely?
Disclaimer: the following story is entirely fiction, and does not involves real life people or anything bad at all! Hope you will enjoy!
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