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Ephraim 2022-03-19 09:01:03
scary ghost
Although ghost movies don't even have the need for a discussion about sci-fi movies, I'm still willing to be naive.
After watching this show, I have a lot of questions, but it is necessary to complain before asking questions.
In the first few episodes of this story, especially when Hayden was... -
Titus 2022-03-21 09:01:22
It's the master's fault!
It's the male protagonist's fault that so many weird things happen. If you don't fuck with your wife when she's pregnant, the wife won't want to leave, you won't want to move, you won't go into a haunted house, you won't meet a teenage tate, just If you don't kill your daughter, you won't have a...
Jenny Ballard
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Pearlie 2022-04-24 07:01:03
Well, after so many people strongly said that it was good, I continued to watch it. . . After all, it's not as disappointing as the first episode, and the line is very long and it starts to be interesting.
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Bo 2021-10-20 19:02:40
Nonsense horror film. The screenwriter may have written the script in the dryer bucket of the washing machine because his mind was flooded.
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Queenie: Actually, sir, I got an A in Math, all of them. Calculus, Trig, Advanced Algebra.
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Queenie: Mm-hmm.
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Queenie: [Angrily] I am the manager.
Irate Customer: [She sticks her hand in the burning hot oil, with her "Human Voodoo Doll" Power transferring the pain to the customer; He screams in agony as his whole hand and forearm burn] Help! I'm burning! Help!
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Nan: [Cutting to present day with Queenie recounting the incident] Did they send you to jail?
Queenie: No. There were lots of witnesses, none of them had actually seen me throw the oil. But it made the local newspaper, that's how Miss Cordelia found me.
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Queenie: [Jumping to her feet, ready to fight] Bitch, I will eat you!
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