"No, no, noooooo. Please just send me out the door and I won't bother you please!!!" "but that wouldn't be fun now would it" then he puts me on a chair and ties me to it, as I beg for for mercy "I'm only 17 please" I yelled. "no you are, what now 25 or 26. I killed you when you were 17. I cut you open so many time that you gave out like the others. You really thought that there could be that much blood and you still living?" He questioned me. " yes I did. If I'm dead how don't I see people here" "you silly girl. You know the legend about this house?" "Yes" I answered with fear of why he's going to say
"well the part you don't know is that it's haunted by 6
Spirits that are not so good. They take showers, talk, punch walls and more and the 6 one well that's me".
I used to think that when life was over there would be a heaven or a place where I would go but I was wrong.
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HorrorThis will be a story about a couple friends with memory loss, recurring dreams of their death, what else can go wrong? ** please vote and comment **
