[BRINCADEIRA] Você está sozinho em casa vendo tv e...?

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Quando derrepente você escuta uns sons esquisitos que dão medo e a porta da cozinha se fecha e a tv começa a mudar de canal sozinho , oq você faria?

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  • mayamaya

    Olá Carlos, boa tarde <3

    Isso já aconteceu comigo. quando fica ventando dá impressão que alguém tenta abrir a porta. Eu simplesmente arregalo meus olhos e corro pro quarto.

    Beijos ♥

  • jennifer-smith_60c150d2eb432jennifer-smith_60c150d2eb432

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  • anonymousanonymous

    Nossa,primeiro ia:

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  • bichanobichano

    Ligaria para assistência técnica e reclamaria do defeito da tv. Quanto aos sons esquistos, isso é o de menos pois...i see dead people!!!!

  • thomas-marshall_60c150d4a332dthomas-marshall_60c150d4a332d

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    beijos

  • leah-murray_60c150d54b2aeleah-murray_60c150d54b2ae

    kkk

    Eu hein....cobriria minha cabeça, rezaria e se fosse o caso, iria pra rua rs

    Beijos

  • anonymousanonymous

    Iria chamar um pai de santo e um padre para benze a casa.

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    Chamaria algum parente e diria: me mande pra uma clinica de reabilitação. kkkkk

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  • aleksiaaleksia

    Esperaria a tv parar de da piti, ai pro pc, trancaria a porta da cozinha pro vento na tornar abrir.

    Os anjos do senhor estão com migo,poriso não temerei=)

  • anonymousanonymous

    kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

    iria gritar por socorro pois morrro de medo..

    bjs..

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