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Itsy Bitsy Spider Climbed Up the Water Spout

HEEEEYYY!

Magi here! So... This is my creepypasta OC I made from the song Itsy Bitsy Spider, I actually made a creepy version of it, but this is just the story to accommodate it. I'm not telling you the creepy version.

No really, I'm not telling you.

I don't own any creepypasta here except for Statue.

Yeah... That's it.

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Itsy bitsy spider...

One little boy and his mother walked down the sidewalk.

They were on their way to see the baker to get some bread for his beloved uncle, who was a construction worker.

The little boy was fascinated by everything around him. He easily gets distracted and never seems to be able to focus on one item only.

He looked around and gaped at the surroundings. Never had he seen such big houses. Oh, and those buildings, too!

How he wanted to climb them. Climbing was his passion, he loved climbing at dangerous heights, even at the age of five. One time, he reached the very tip of the Empire State building at the age of four.

His mother freaked out, checking for any serious wounds or scraps on his skin. Thankfully, there was none. But the only thing to ponder about was... how did he get up there?

As I was saying before, the little boy skipped next to his mother, on their way to the baker.

The boy looked up and gasped. A constuction site was what they were walking next to. The pipes... they reached so high... higher than the Empire State building!

The little boy excitedly ran away from his mother's side, rushing inbetween the crowds of people.

He sneaked inside the forbidden site and marveled the height of the pipes. This was his biggest challenge yet!

Climbed up the water spout...

The boy bit his lip and gripped the metal tightly. He was nervous, yes, but he had climbed the Empire State Building for crying out loud! He bet that he could reach the top of Mt. Everest by the time he was an adult.

The little boy took a deep breath, and climbed. He climbed and climbed and climbed, after finally, he was already halfway there. He let one of his arms fly in the wind, his other hand grasping the pipes tightly.

The view was incredible. There were so many buildings, so many stores, he could see for miles.

He looked down and immediately, he saw his worried mother calling up to him. The little boy merely smiled and waved at her. She was so far down that she already looked like a speck of dust on their kitchen floor.

The little boy climbed higher and higher that he could see that he was already taller than most skyscrapers. His smile could not possibly beam any bigger.

But, just as he was only about four meters from the top, there was this machine that towered over him, carrying a huge bucket of cement.

Out of nowhere, the line suddenly snapped, and the cement came tumbling down.

Right on top of the little boy.