Sup I'm Kara! at least thats the name i chose when father refused to call me anything in a human language. My dad would probably kill me if he knew I was publishing something so revealing about us. So don't tell him! Like ever! Eny way.. I'll tell you about my past first.
People mite think "who the fuck is Slenderdaughter's mom?" Well the truth is, I'm adopted. Well sort of. My human parents were killed. I killed them when I was little. My daddy told me to wen he would visit, too kill the ones I loved most and he could come home. So I tried to kill him but he had gust chuckled when I had stabbed him. I can remember him telling me this. "Good girl. But know one can kill me, kill someone human" I had smiled and told him I would. That night I had burnt my parents house to the ground and locked them inside. They both died and daddy took me to a large mansion. He had told me this was home.
After that all I can remember is falling asleep and feeling horrible pain. When I woke up, my skin was white, I had tendrils, and I had a knew name. Slenderdaughter.
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A Creepypasta's Journal
Non-FictionSup, Im Kara. Well at least that's the name I gave myself after my dad refused to call me anything but Slenderdaughter. I live with my family in the woods. You have probably never heard of me. Well that's what you get when your raised by a psychopat...
