My name is Edward Miller, I tried to capture the Rake but I failed miserably. Riley is dead. His head was swiped clean off and I couldn't do anything. I'm currently in a cave not far from the cabin, all I have is a torch, a pen and one sheet of paper.
If anyone finds these documents, it's likely you found the pictures. The Rake is real. I pray for your sake that it's not night time when your reading this.
It's found me.
The eyes.
All I can see is it's
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Untold - The Rake
HorrorThis is the first story in what I hope becomes a series, the books focus on urban legends and creepy pasta. The first story follows Edward Miller as he investigates the mysterious Rake which is said to lurk in the northeast of the USA. We also get t...
