murder stories 1-the demon doctor

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I never thought about how I would die. I hoped it be in a peaceful way with my loved ones but I was wrong very wrong instead scared, alone and paranoid about whats to come...my unforgiving fate...hes here now...goodbyeAll Rights Reserved

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chapter 1- the missing children
Tue, Jul 7, 2015

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chapter 1- the missing children
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