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Bloodlust

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Time 1h 46m

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"Swiftly, the blade was plunged into the base of his neck and yanked out not another second later. Dark red blood sprayed out from his neck like a broken water pipe, covering the murderer with his blood, before the pressure dropped and the blood flowed proforously down his orange shirt. The boy I had a crush on used whatever strength he had left to spit blood on his murderer's face, before collapsing on the ground with a heavy thud."

Things turn south when six friends enter their school during the dead of night. What was thought to be a simple dare becomes a life threatening game of cat and mouse. Will they be able to outrun the school's gruesome past, or will they join the others before them? One thing is for sure, if they ever get out of there alive, their lives will be changed. Forever. Click on "Start Reading" to find out more. Inspired by Corpse Party.All Rights Reserved

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