GOD HATES HEAVY METAL: MIDNIGHT MASS
JANK . JANK .

GOD HATES HEAVY METAL: MIDNIGHT MASS

Once a month, every adult in town would vanish after dark. The children stayed home—locked in, lights out. Told not to peek, that we should be asleep by then anyway, and if we weren’t, all manner of monsters lurked about at night looking for disobedient children to chase. 

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