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Time is Ticking

Time is Ticking

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 22, 2016
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Mystery
There is one thing you do not know about the guy who lives at the end of the street. Everyone talks about his house and they question why they never see anyone leave but him. Stories spread fast in the small town of Eerie-ville. Rumours have spread about the man that lives at the end of the street. Some say that he killed his wife and escaped from jail, now he hides away in his house to avoid the world. Others say that he had such a bad childhood, he just avoids everyone because he can't face people. If you go to the house and the end of the street, prepare to never see the light of another day again. Because once you set foot onto his land, you get pulled in by the lure of the building and are trapped forever. Unless you can defeat the challenges inside and get out alive.
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