Creepypastas i've made

Dear Mommy

Dear Mommy,

I really really have something to say. But if your not mommy your turn to get fixed will be another day. I always hated you, Mommy, in many ways indeed. You married my father and changed everything. Maybe, just maybe, if you guys actually helped my with my homicidal tendencies I could've turned out better. If you'd gotten me therapy or put in the orphanage, then we all could've been happy.

~unknown
P.s look behind you...

I set the note back down on the bed and thought about it.

"Turned our like what?" I wondered. Oh well probably just a prank. I turned around to be hit in the face with something. It knocked me out. Everything was black.

"Wake up. Wake up." A voice said in a sing song voice.

"P-patience?" I guessed. I got hit by something again.

"Don't ever call me that again." She said. What is going on. I don't know. All I know is when I opened my eyes she was there.

"Shh. Shh, don't worry. I'll be back soon to fix you." She said in a sickly sweet voice. She walked behind me and I heard a door closing and opening. Then I heard it lock. I looked around the room to find a hatchet. I picked it up and broke the door open. I ran. Now, I'm here telling everyone who she is. I know she'll find me. No matter how far up run she'll be there. I'm telling everyone warning you all don't invite her to your house because she's homeless. Don't give her food because she's starving she wants to kill you, and once you invite her into your home, your already dead, like me. Goodbye everyone today's my last but don't worry. Don't let my death be in vain. Kill her if you see her. Shoot her, shank her, poison her hell I don't care how just do it. I hear her I haven't much time. Goodbye family. I love you.