"You're a monster," I told Shyanne. I was curled up in a corner of the abandoned house with my knees to my chest. Why had I killed all of those people? So many of those people had no reason to die, but I killed them anyway.
"No, you're the monster. I am only a voice inside of your head...I cannot be blamed for your actions," she told me.
"But..." I whispered. I looked outside and saw those familiar red and blue lights. "The police are here."
"That's nobody's fault but your own."
"You told me we could come here. You told me it was safe!"
"And you listened to me. You listened to a mere voice inside you're head."
There was a long silence before I spoke again. "I'm a monster?"
She laughed. "Now you get it. Yes, you're a monster. Your words, not mine." She laughed again.
I could hear a police officer outside yelling, "we know you're in there! We'll give you the count of three to come out, and then we're coming in....one....two...
Then I blacked out again.
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Shyanne {a Shyanne creepypasta origin.}
RandomAlex Kirby isn't like anyone else. She has a voice inside her head. It tells her to do things, and she listens. Life isn't easy, but it is easy to escape, and that is exactly what she does. [Not all information about immortality or creepypasta will...
