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Its been three years. Three long years. Three years to what you might ask. Well, three years since my first kill. Ever since that night, standing over that body, the twines over my mouth snapping, I knew what I was meant to do. I was meant to kill. That doesn't matter now, its time to awake from this horrible dream. CLASH! The sound of pots and pans falling woke me up with a jolt. Today...oh great. Today was my birthday, yes even monsters have birthdays. I'm turning sixteen, great. Mom must be cooking me something, which would be odd. I shook my head, swinging my feet off my bed and landing with a small creek from the floor boards. The chilly floor didn't bother me anymore, I was so used to it. I walked over to a broken door and opened it. Creeeeek. I shrugged, pulling my hoodie of my head and walking down the flights of stairs. My brother was walking through the door, twirling his knife and dragging a body. 'Damn him.' I cursed myself for not waking up earlier. Meeting my icy glare with his, I gave a slight nod, walking out from the doors and into the beautiful night. Continuing to walk in the woods I began to hum, watching for any signs of human activity. After a while of waiting I gound someone, but I couldn't seem to kill him. He was a fairly tall boy with brown eyes and hair. Charming. I blushed, warmth spreading around my body, which freaked me out. What's going on? Why do I feel like this? Why is it him who makes me feel like this? What is this feeling? I thought, flushing red.
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HororThis is a story about my Creepypasta OC. Her name of course if you didn't know is Slendy. She is the daughter of Slenderman and Jeff the killer. <3 Hope you guys enjoy and leave me a comment on how you think I did and if I should continue! Thanks! ~...
