The Watcher House
Before they could even unpack their first box, the Hartley family found a letter waiting for them, from someone who called themselves The Watcher. It knew their names. It knew their children's rooms. And it wasn't done writing.
Before they could even unpack their first box, the Hartley family found a letter waiting for them, from someone who called themselves The Watcher. It knew their names. It knew their children's rooms. And it wasn't done writing.
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