AN/ omfg I'm so excitd 4 tha new episodes tomorrow I'm gonna watch them w my bf eddie. Anywayz make sure to VOTE or else I'll get all depresd again ok posers metalheads rock on \m/
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Steve started to panic and he was snapping in front of her face trying to get her out of the trance. But I knew it was too late.
"Move out of the way." I said mysteriously.
Steve didn't budge and I was getting a headache.
"I said MOVE!" I shouted and I used my pwoer to push him back from cancy.
I closed my eyes and touched my hand to her forehead to read her mind.
I saw exactly what she was seeing... it was horrifying.
It was a little boy who was ugly but he had hair this time. He was committing crimes against his household so he must've been a communist.
He had a mom and dad and a little sister and they had just moved into a new house but he was the weirdo of the family. His dad was the guy they had put into the mental house because he had no eyes from killing his family. But that couldn't be right.
The little boy loved spiders and gross things and he was killing animals but not like Ozzy. He did it meanly and with a smirk.
I had a bad feeling about it.
His family began to get really bad headaches and they would have nightmares. It was even worse because it wasn't just woman's troubles that was giving them migrains. I was shocked.
One night at dinner they were all eating and some old people music was on the radio. Then out of no where his mom said "Can you pass the salt" but no one did. Instead her body was floating into the air and her arms and legs were all snapped up and gross just like Christi and that nerd and also the basketball player.
"Nyet." The boy said and I began to have a panic attic because it was in Russian.
I managed to keep watching.
The mom died and then the little sister died in the same way. I started puking because it was so gross and terrible. Just when the dad was trying to escape with the boy, he started having a nightmare.
He had PTSP from the war because he had committed war crimes before so he had a visin of that. He was scared but he heard that music playing in the back so he was able to live. But the cops came in and arrested him cus they thought he had killed his family.
The boy pretended to be asleep so they didn't take him. Instead he went upstairs and went to the attic. That's when I knew why I had a weird feeling. This wasn't just any little boy.
I screamed.
He went to his bed and his room was bright pink with those horrible posters everywhere and he had Chinese figurines everywhere too. I was petrifried.
