Mommy ask me if I could go to my room upstairs. But I would always say no. I would never go upstairs without her. So one day, she bought me a friend.
She was beautiful, golden hair, pretty dress. Everything about her is beautiful. But envy started again, so I leave her upstairs with the others because the others are jealous.
I told mommy..I dont want to go upstairs in my room because my friends are trying to win my heart.
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HORROR STORIES
HorrorIf your in a room alone, I suggest you to go somewhere else right now, These stories might be in my imagination, But who knows? They are really there
