La Anciana sin Ojos
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Según los rumores en un bosque muy lejano proviene una anciana no tan querida por los demás. Dicha anciana tiene una condición en los ojos que no la permiten ver. Según dicen los demás, ella es maligna...
La curiosidad corre entre la juventud. Cuatro adolescentes investigan las extrañas ocurrencias que se destacan en un bosque muy lejano. ¿Podrán sobrevivir? ¿Quién morirá? ¿Quién Vivirá? ¿Creerás todo lo que digan los rumores? ¿Que pasará?
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