Dr. Hoody and the Asylum
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Last published Wed, Apr 26, 2017
Hi there!!
I'm Cindy, Cindy Plumwell.
I'm a very curious person and love to spend time with myself rather than being with lots of people, i ain't shy though. I generally go to adventurous trips during every summer but, this time I've not visited my aunt Emma's house also and it seriously sucks.
We've been shifting two houses since the beginning of summer. At first we shifted to Petrona but the house there was so sick that even the bathrooms and kitchen had a lot of space for cockroaches and all the pests that everyone is sick Af. And then we shifted to Railspord and this was another sick place even though the house was good, but the neighborhood was so dead. it seemed as if the place has been abandoned. But there, our neighbors are all fucktards who are always like the ghosts at the feasts. They are so disgusting, every time they either scold me or always complaint about my attitude to my mother. I just don't give a shit to these people. Oh !! i forgot to tell you about the asylum in our neighborhood. Everyone tells that it is haunted but i never believed.
But i always wanted to know if it was. But, from past few weeks i've been experiencing all weird things. Oh god save me, my curiosity had made me suffer a lot. You will surely get to know the fuck i dealt with which made my life miserable. And one more thing I hate you Fred!!!
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