Jane dickey 7

You had been a neighbor of the Dickeys for very little time. You had just moved in barely a month ago and hadn't had the chance to speak with your neighbors

as you happened to step outside, you saw a boy with glasses running out and screaming: "die Josh, die!", while his sister let out a grunt with a voodoo doll in her hands

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