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The Mist

It swallows everything in its path, even man's breath! As it slowly moving along the streets, only mourns and screams you hear; deaths happen during victim's broad vision. Survivors of the traumatic ordeals claim that fading, whitish figures tear flesh with their long, crooked nails; in some cases they slit victims' throats - the slitting has an eerie, audible voice. Until now, exorcists and mediums avoid this town.....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/20/2014 1:23:00 PM
Very gripping. I liked it.
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 11/20/2014 11:21:00 PM
Thanks Meg! ^_^

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