Zalgo paced outside the bedroom, biting on his fingernails nervously. The pain filled screams coming from inside it were heart wrenching. He wanted no more than to comfort the person he loved. Shut up, he thought to himself, The King of Hell shouldn't be prancing around like a nervous hellhound!! The ghostly figure walked out of the room," Congratulations King Zalgo!!!! It's a boy!!!!"
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SUICIDAL CHILDHOOD
ParanormalFor all of you creepypasta fans who are about to or have already read this story, it is about the innocence and adorableness ( I know that's not a word ;) ) of childhood love. Ever see those calendars with the two little children kissing and thinkin...
