The second night, I woke up in the middle of the night at 3:33 on the dot, to what I could of sworn, sounded like a razor or a knife, slicing across my window. But it only happened a quick, one time. I did find it a little creepy, but told myself it wasn't anything, and began to think nothing of it.
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The Bloodlake Hauntings
ParanormalThis is the story of an old town named Bloodlake. This wasn't your average town. It had history, that was unimaginably gruesome. The town often sends un-welcoming chills up the spines of it's visitors. Many would consider it now to be a "ghost town"...
