I grew up as an ordinary child. A home, Mom & Dad, Sibling, Pets. But that all changed for me around age 5..
I started having this one repeating dream that this man snuck into the house and for some reason slaughtered my Mom & Dad as they slept. He would wear this wrinkly black and gray mask with long stringy black hair. Afterwards he would come into my and stair at me and say "It's all your fault". Then i would wake up just as his axe stuck into my chest.
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My Story
Short StoryNot a lot of people know about my past. I usually like to keep it that way because i hate who i used to be. But sometimes you have to accept who you are and let everyone know.
