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Get lost, monster. After I saw Jenny Loo with her new victim, I took little crazy girl to the bath. "Wash yourself. I'm going to call your mother!" I went to my room.
I stared at my reflection and loved what stared back. Perfect blonde hair, long and straight. Blue eyes, sparkly and fun, full Pink lips, high cheek bones and of course the perfect figure.
First crime I've ever seen. In the morning someone knocked the door. I opened it and saw Emily. She was smiling. "Hi. Good morning!"- she said. "Oh, hi, Em." "May I come in?" "Of course..
You know what. I’m not like other toys. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to you since I’m not a toy at all, but some people seem to hold on to that misconception. Of me being a toy I mean.
I was in a powerless haunted house on the 63rd floor. The floors creaked and bats shrieked. I looked forward and saw a red door and a black door. I chose to walk through the red door.
I heard a laugh behind me, a creepy slow laugh, and I turned to find nothing but darkness.
Waiting for the world to end and I'm sitting in a bar. Plenty of people coming and going, seemingly oblivious to the pending doom.
Your so beautiful. Your cold, seemingly untouched flesh; I love the way it feels when I stroke it gently. Smooth. Your so obedient. Your cold, calculating mind; I love the way it feels inside me.
The longer I stared at him, the more sinister he became. His painted, chalky skin seemed to hang off his bones, wrinkling slightly in a scowl pronounced only at his small, black eyes.
Empty house, I'm alone again. There are too many thoughts swirling around in my head. I need to find peace with them, welcome them into my home, my inner being must let them intertwine and become one.
I often have lots of thoughts running in my head, ideas for stories-books. So I am just going to start pouring them out at you. Please, please let me know what you think!!. "OMG. Cordi.
I see the store ahead, I'm nearly close to Town. But here comes the swam of demons trying to drag me down.
I don't know if it's my own sick selfishness or the mental state I'm currently in, but I would have thought that she'd have been dead. I mean, three strikes and you're out, right.
I think in all alone but I'm wrong. I hear the creaking of the floor boards and the quick breaths of someone near. I can't see a thing it's so dark. I'm so scared, it could be a killer in here.
I lie in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I trace the cracks with my eyes and find different shapes and formations. Even this is better than sleeping.
What if... What if all that we knew and held true was incorrect. I'm not talking about what if left was right, or if black was white.
A guy walks past a mental asylum and hears a moaning voice "12.....12.....12". The man looked at the asylum and spotted a hole in the wall.
Someone, somewhere, had control over my dream. I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, no cheese before bed. It began with me. Just me, nothing else. Not even oxygen.
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This is an old one you've probably heard, for best scares read in a dark room. Alone. So here it is.
I woke up to the feeling of a cold blade on my neck. I timidly opened my eyes, only to see that there was nothing there. Shaking it off, I made myself a bowl of cornflakes with sugar.
Slither, shiver, shedding snakes Manipulate the shadowy walls Where silhouetted angels fall Candlelit faces, haunting graces Heartbeats tempo - quiet and still Paralysed in echoed rooms...
In the dark, still of the night, an eerie back street store stands alone. A dim light peers through the store's tiny frosted window pane. The light seems welcoming in such a cold and dismal place.
Seriously, no. Was that me. No. Yes. Why. I don't think I could. But... She only shoved me. Slightly. Hardly. Nearly. Kind of. But now she's gone. Her diligent, warm, soft fingers are now frozen. Icy.