It was a very dark night and Jonathan was sitting in his old poor house near his ill wife. Jonathan looked into his wife's eyes and held her tight in this arms, whispering very slowly: 'Don't go'. It was too late, she was bleeding from her chest, while their little son Liam was holding a knife. Jonathan asked with tears in his eyes: 'Why did you do this to your mother?'
Liam looked down and bited his lip.
'Just go and get dressed, we have to bury the body and get out of here.'
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Oakheartville
HorrorA very weird creepypasta about a small town with a dark secret.