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Había un chico al le gustaba grabar videos para youtube. Un dia aberiguo sobre un bosque misterioso y macabro, todo lo que pudo encontrar
en wikipedia fue que en ese bosque se escuchaban gritos infernales y lo mas extraño es que quien entra nunca sale. El y su amigo fueron a  investigar, al entrar solo vieron unas ruinas asi a lo estoneidsh o como se escriba XD. lo segundo que vieron fue una montaña o mas bien una colina que parecia tener algo dentro pero ellos no tenian interes en eso ya que buscaban la fuente de esos gritos infernales que describian las leyendas depronto la lluvia callo sobre ellos y tubieron que refugiarse en una cueva lo ultimo que el camarografo Mike vivio alli fue como una criatura lo atacaba y se lo llevaba, su compañero corrio desesperado (todavia seguia grabando y transmitiendo en directo por youtune) con camara en mano y comento -algo ataco el campamento espero que mike este bien. Si quieren mas no olviden suscribirse y dar lik..... aaaaaaaaaaaahhh-
no logro terminar la frase gracias a la caida que sufrio  al despertar en el hospital le dieron que no encontraron el cuerpo de su compañero pero si su camara y que ahora tenia 4.00000.0000.000.00 suscriptores, pero eso no importaba ya que su amigo desaparecio sin dejar rastro

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