Creepy Stories That I Made up

The little boy

When I was 6 or 7 I Always See This Boy Let's Call  Him Ben Ben Was Around 6 or 8 Years Old He Would Always Sit In The Corner I Always Cried When I See Him I Always Tell Him To go Away And He said No You go Away When I Told My Mom About it She Says Your Just Probably Imagining it And Then I Told My Dad About it He Says It's Just Probably your Imagination I Told my aunt About it She Didn't Believe Me I told My brother About it But He Was The One Who Only Believes Me He Told Me This Story About Him And Ben being Friends He Said We Would Always Play with each other And Always Told Each other His Day And Ben Would Tell About His Days The End Their Would probably
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