Annabelle
Annabelle

Annabelle

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"Not believing won't protect you from them" - Annabelle Brunett I grab the microphone and start recording: - My name is Edward Fowsky and I'm a psychologist in the Brunett family. A few days ago, the entire family was murdered in a cruel and inexplicable way, leaving only the girl Annabelle Brunett alive, who was hiding in her clothes closet. A few minutes ago I started talking to her and about what had happened at her house that day. Her answer left me scared and curious. So, I will re-record the story told, so that one day someone will hear it and know the horrifying story of Annabelle Brunett.
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