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Post by Marieanne on Nov 11, 2011 13:24:23 GMT -5
Never Speak Of This...
1941. Winter. There is a massacre in the streets; the screams can be heard for hours until the sun rises.
2011. Winter. You know what's coming; everyone does. The one night of the year when all things evil are allowed to roam free. You're dreading it. Tonight is the night that they come for your family.
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