(photo up on the top is ace and not mine)
Ace's pov
I walked to my grandma's house she is now 57 and it's her fifty-eighth birthday I'm bringing her some chicken "god why did grandma have to live go far!" I feel something grap the basket
"OI!" I yell but they were to fast I go back home mad will
My mom is angry? "I'm dead" I wisper but I see my mom crying I run in the room and I see my sister dead...
"MARY!!" I yell my mom is holding her I see my brother looking
At me "ACE WHERE WERE YOU!?!?" My brother yells I just cry and run back in the woods I hear my mom say " ACE WHAT DONT GO"
but it doesn't sound like her my mom has a much sweet er and smaller voice but that one has a deep and raspy one wait ever that was I'm not going to stope so see.
Author's note
So I don't know if that was good but I hope you like it
If you do leave a comment and I read some suggestions
Bye my moon pies
YOU ARE READING
Play Land (Ace Jones aka story tiller)
Fantasyhi I'm not good with scary stories but I'm trying to do my best and Ace is a girl and she is 16 and she is my creepypasta oc so please do not clame her as yours
