NOSEY BOD>
The cradle creeks in the empty room, the baby cries from 1802, the scent of muck, dust and filth, the empty room holds secret wealth.Not golden coin not silver block but a wealth of evil behind the door that's locked. should you find the key and venture in, your sickened family will never see you again, for above your head in a ceiling cling a ghoulish specter is waiting, to eat your innards your spleen and liver too ,and boil your head to make nosy bod stew.So don't open that door!, don't take a peek! or for you it will be the beginning and end of a very short week!!
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