Chapter Twenty Seven
You randomly question your younger sister about the dinner menu and she answer as following,
"All we havi'n for today is intestine soup, scull fry, finger-toe curry, teeth salad and blood juice, brother."
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Unseen Energies
HorrorWhere logic ends and every science fails, an imaginary part of brain still works accurate to idealize the unseen, unheard, darken energies.. There's something in the unlit pitch that keens the hypersensitive humane to fall in the trap of ghoulish sa...
