You walk down the hall, ignoring your parents who are quarrelling as usual. You enter your room, lock the door and sit on your comfortable bed. "I wish I could marry you bed.." You mumble as you open your grey Apple laptop. "I wonder if I have any messages." "Nah, probably not.." "Probably just hate comments! Haha.." You then realise what your doing and stop and think for a moment. "Fuck, I was talking to myself.." You say out loud, doing a soft face palm. You then click on the internet icon with your cursor and wait for it to load. You get a sudden sensation that your being watched.. You usually get it so you shrug it off. You read through your messages on Facebook and you were right; they were hate comments. You shut your laptop and look around. "Is someone there...?" You whisper yell, studying your room. Something catches your eye which makes you gasp and jump slightly.
YOU ARE READING
Your Life as a Creepypasta
FanfictionSuicidal, Stupid and Weird. That's what they call you. You wish you could kill them all, you wish you could go into that fictional world you love so much... The Creepypasta world. With killers and proxies; You could kill your stupid bullies... This...
