I don't know how many times I've told this story but here we go.
My name is Jack and my best friends name is Agnis. Across the road there was always this place our parents told us to never play or Mr Gibson would take us.
Mr Gibson was the owner of the local orphanage. Crazy old man, every time he saw a child he would smile and every time he talked it sounded crooked. Yet our parents where always cordial. We had another friend, Kimmy, she was one of the orphans. She always tried to get us to play with her at the orphanage but to no avail. We always reminded her that we weren't allowed. That didn't stop her from trying though.
One day Kimmy stopped showing up to play with us. Worried we tracked down Mr Gibson in town during his weekly outing. He told us Kimmy was adopted by a nice family far far away. Something about the way he said it made my skin crawl. Not wanting to talk to him any more than we already had, we left.
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The Children
Mystery / ThrillerA Halloween special creepypasta A short story about the children from an unfinished story. An AU of sorts.
