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Yeah, so the last chapter probably sucked, right?
Anyway, don't own no creepypastas except mine.
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Down came the rain...
With wide eyes, the little boy had tried to dodge the cement, but since a whole truck load had fallen down, it was impossible to dodge them all by himself.
With little strength left, he tried to climb down, but to no avail. Oh, why didn't he think this through? Why wasn't no one coming to his rescue? Why-
The little boy shrieked.
The cement had hit him hard on the head and covered his entire body, and he nearly lost consciousness. But he was reminded of the nearly 100 meters below his feet.
He bit his lip and gripped onto the pipe that was keeping him from falling. It was already creaking and that was what he was afraid off.
Please don't break. Please don't break. Please don't break.
Pointless...
And washed the spider out...
The little boy tried to hold on, oh so he tried. But alas, his hand slipped and he went tumbling down, down, down, down...
Nothing but one word spoken:
'AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!'
It was terrifying how wildly he flailed around. It was as if he wanted to grab on to something, and break his arm.
The cement was already drying because of the wind, he had little time left before he would never move again. He would become a... Statue.
He wanted to at least say goodbye to his mother, the one who raised him, the one who he gave a heart attack to when he climbed the Empire State.
He would never forgive himself for that, abandoning his mother, his only family ever since his father had died in the war.
The ground was coming to his view. And fast.
Only 20 meters left...
19 meters...
18 meters...
17 meters...
16 meters...
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13 meters...
12 meters...
11 meters...
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BOOM!
This it it. Death.
Is this death? If it is, it smells a lot like cement.
The little boy jerked. He was... alive. Alive and breathing.
He looked up. This was a sign, a second chance to live.
He smiled sinisterly.
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Statue
HorrorHeeeeyyyy! This is Magi, and I'm starting this creepypasta story with my OCs, Apricot's OCs, and Ignis's OCs. BTW, the picture on the side doesn't belong to me. It belongs to GingaAkam on DA. \|/ \|/ \|/ \|/ \|/ It's about this little boy, whose for...
