"Una noche oscura"

"Una noche oscura"

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Un grupo de seis personas están sujetas a "J" (el psicópata) sus vidas eran normales, simples nada fuera de lo común hasta que un día se empezara a tornar extraño, raro. Recibían cartas de un desconocido, al principio pensaron que era broma hasta que... no lo fue, nunca lo fueron, ellos y ellas no lo asimilaban ni si quiera se lo podían creer, ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué "J" quiere hacerles esto? ¿Con qué intención y con que fin? Lamentablemente no tienen respuestas para esas preguntas, lo único que saben es que tendrán que armase de valor y enfrentar sus miedos, enfrentarlos simplemente porque lo que vendrá no será para nada fácil, si es que no llegan a pasar las pruebas no podrán salir vivos de allí, allí donde "J" les tiene preparado muchas sorpresas, sustos y demás. Andriu.
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My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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