Sense I was in Mississippi anyway I went to go see my brother. My brother John lives in the middle of nowhere surrounded my six acres on every side of his house. When I go to his house I always go and roam the fields. Little did I know what was in the fields this time, an angry dead Indian who wanted revenge, and skulls to add to his collection.
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When the Indians come back
HorrorDuring the witching hour a poor traveler accidentally awakens a Indian who wants him to die.
