Our window cracked by itself. Did I mention that?
I don't remember.
My memory is blurry. Thoughts slipping through my fingers like water.
My ears won't stop ringing. A high-pitched whine, buried under static. It gets louder when I try to focus.
And the nightmares—I know I had them. I woke up shaking. Drenched in sweat. But I don't remember what I saw.
Is it starting again?
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❝𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝❞creepypasta investigation
Non-FictionI have included some of my weird experiences and dreams in my creepypasta research book. I thought it would be a good idea to make a seperate book for just that! ᓚᘏᗢ⁻ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵃʳᵉ ᴿᴱᴬᴸ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ! ᴵ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ...
