Jane dickey 7

You had only been a neighbor of the Dickeys for a short time. You had only moved in a month ago and hadn't had a chance to talk to your neighbors.

As you casually walked out, you saw a boy with glasses running out screaming, "Die, Josh, die!" while his sister was growling with a voodoo doll in her hands

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