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Drip..Drip.. Bang..Bang.. 9

Creative Created on 3-13-08 Views(19) Story Rating G

"I can't believe my new job" i thought. digging graves for the dead. Plus on top of that i can't work in the day so i have to go there in pitch black darkness and dig a giant hole for some dead guys i don't know. After a few days i k9inda got used to it but on my 6th day heard a strange noise.10 minutes later someone covered my mouth and dragged me out of the hole. I did all i could but sadly failed. The last thing i remember is a gun pointed at my head and a loud noise.

 

 

She has to dig her own grave hehe 

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