Hush a bye baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all...
Illusions once so precious can be shattered in an instant. The brilliant world of childhood dashed on the rocks. Dread: Tales of Terror, "Precious Illusions" brings to light these horrors... [click here for more] |
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