Mad Family
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Ostatnia publikacja śr., lis 25, 2015
This story is based on Mad Father.
I was only a little girl when I found out... About our family's... Secret. I thought it was crazy, but it was the truth. Ever since my mom died and my dad looking over my sister and I, and his "assistant," Mary. The next day, I heard my sister screaming, I grabbed a knife out of one of my draws, and ran into her room. Things were in there, I didn't know what they were, but I do know that they were people before looking like this.
Why are they 'here' though? What do they want from us? What did we do?
I didn't know, but all I know is...
We have a Mad Family
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