Prologue

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The ghost hunters ran through the house, their hearts beating what felt like was out of their chests, no other place to hide they hid in the closet where their old co-worker now laid down, lifeless, neck cracked in thousands of ways as Mr. Barbra Anderson was not, A happy ghost, "I told you not to use the board!" I whispered as the footprints grew closer. Still 3 hunters, with the van outside. They knew who the banshee was targeting, so they left. Leaving their friend to die as another hunt started.

PhasmophobiaOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora