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THE THING IN MY BASEMENT

THE THING IN MY BASEMENT

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Horror
Valerie has been surrounded by death ever since her father died and her mother vanished. Every thing seems to be "normal" when (for no reason?) THINGs start to go wrong. I also would like to add that I originally wrote this when I was in like 3rd grade with some of the people in my class .... so yeah .... That kinda scares me.
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