Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn't see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn't ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.
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☆Creepypasta Stories☆
FanfictionA collection of stories I gathered from all around the web. Some are edited because I couldn't find the original story, none are by me unless mentioned. Each "chapter" is a different story. I'll be adding stories every now and then so it won't be m...
