@senseikuna: idk but the human chandelier rots like#fyp #squidgame #squidgamehorror #xybca #fyppppppppppppppppppppppppppp💞💞💞

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ziiv :

Your not alone, there's spirits following u..

2025-07-25 14:38:20

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dae-ho!!🫰🏻 :

human chandelier would’ve rotted so badly

2025-07-12 20:53:47

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Molly☠️ :

but in there look new

2025-07-25 07:04:32

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sandwich_man01 :

if it was abandoned and not blew uped

2025-07-22 21:21:53

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Klueeditz :

Thanos spirit would be hella mad

2025-07-21 16:16:13

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♥︎c00lkidd♥︎:D :

thats not squid game thats backrooms

2025-07-12 07:21:31

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BROOKLYN GUY 🔥🔥🔥 :

don't translate it’s a curse 如果你讀了這篇評論,你的父母將在五年內去世。為了擺脫這個詛咒,你需要複製它並將其粘貼到另外五個視頻中我只是受害者

2025-07-17 20:16:49

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ܻ⨍ɑׁׅᨮzׁׅ֬ᨵׁׅׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ᨮׁׅ֮•`∆'• :

the smell of the blood and the rotten flesh

2025-07-25 16:34:21

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🐙 :

happy 30000 likes

2025-07-26 06:22:05

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╶⃝⃤⛓️Whispy the therian⛓️╶⃝⃤ :

Listen imagine the smell of blood and rotten flesh

2025-07-16 15:45:10

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thatsavioletnation :

U would never be alone. There’s always spirits following u in that place

2025-07-18 09:22:52

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k3n :

imagine how many spirits were following you

2025-07-15 15:04:15

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Robert :

bro it got blown up

2025-07-14 15:39:14

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👾-Bacongirlstar-👾 :

now we see why dae ho was scared maybe

2025-07-24 06:20:07

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ace :

Their would be spirits

2025-07-22 02:20:45

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KAYLAʕ •ᴥ•ʔ :

what if the frontman didn't took the baby.?.!?

2025-07-24 08:47:18

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very cool guy :

What 246 saw

2025-07-25 05:45:45

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square guard :

imagine it is full of mad souls

2025-07-18 03:04:58

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Wyatt :

Wait is the red light green light room the same one in s1 and s2 or not

2025-07-22 07:33:07

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indianbella__ :

That chandelier would’ve smelt horrible my mom used to work in a funeral home trust then the spirt

2025-07-18 23:32:37

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flora .. 𓏲❀ ° . !! 🎀 :

I would be terrified

2025-07-25 06:36:49

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Gojira :

No wonder 044 heard them voices

2025-07-21 15:12:50

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arzikky :

player 111💀

2025-07-25 09:45:47

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✩ :

my vid flopping so bad[cry]

2025-07-14 07:02:29

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꧁♥︎𖤐𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓱𖤐♡꧂ 🩷💜💙 :

THE STENCH I COULD NOT😭

2025-07-14 12:33:20

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