Creepy pastas

I'm done with friends not acting like friends. They think this is a fucking game! They said they would support me, they said they would be there for me! Then, they felt the need to stab me in the back, they ratted on me. I just got away. I'm hiding, but when I feel its safe, no cops will help you. Remember that knife all of you used on me? Time for it to be in your backs.

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Hi guys ^.^ my first attempt at a creepy-type writing. What do you think? Comment likes, dislikes, and ideas for other stories