They're called Creekers. Centuries old, driven by rage and lust for revenge, they move through the deep, dark woods— deformed, shadowy outcasts with twisted faces and blood-red eyes. Now, as the moon hangs low over their ancient house, they're gathering for a harvest of terror and death Crick City will never...
They're called Creekers. Centuries old, driven by rage and lust for revenge, they move through the deep, dark woods— deformed, shadowy outcasts with twisted faces and blood-red eyes. Now, as the moon hangs low over their ancient house, they're gathering for a harvest of terror and death Crick City will never forget.
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Жушман Дмитрий
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