La Casa mas Oscura

La Casa mas Oscura

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Nadie parece escuchar los ruidos de una fiesta que por las noches brotan de una casona abandonada . Nadie salvo a un niño joven que empieza a preocupar a su hermano y a su madre . Todos saben que en esa casa no hay nadie , suelen decir que algo horrible paso ahi , que una mujer asesino a muchas personas , una mujer como aquella que ha detenido al niño joven para invitarlo a pasar ¿porque?
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