The Puppeteer

Recollection

The errie town of conjuring.

Me and my family moved here about sixteen years ago because of my mom's new job offer. Ever since we moved here, though, bad luck seems to follow me like black follows night.

Both of my parents died in tragic accidents. My mom got slit in the the throat  by one of her  Mental  patients, while my dad got kidnapped and mudererd.

Ever since then, I've been living on my own. I found a quaint, abandon where house  in the center of the Woods.

I burnt my old home down my old  "home"  hoping to foger the tragic memories of my foster father  beating and abusing me and my only brother. Maybe he deserved to die.

Even though I was given a birth name, I will never use it. Instead I go by Puppet Master. Why?  Because if anyone wanders into my woods, because anyone who comes near my woods WILL get strung up and skinned.

In neighborly towns, I'm known as "The Puppeteer,"  and children are taught to NEVER go near my woods. I'm only doing an unappricated job.

Two moons later, although, on a crimson skied evening, a small, but still taller than me, girl with a blue jacket began passing through MY woods. I leaped down from a stedy branch I was shapperning my knife on before she came along. Fresh meat.

The noise of the impact I made caused the girl to spin around and look at me. Looking at the young girl face to face made me realize how young she really was. With large, baby blue eyes, she looked almost to sweet to kill. Almost.

I dashed at her  in lightning speed, effectivley knocking her down. I pulled out my knife, ready to stab it through her heart, when a sudden loud cry from the distance stopped me.
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Fanilly! I got off my lazy ass and aucculy(?) posted this! And, in case if you case if you couldn't tell by the awful writing, this is my first Wattpad story, so comments are apprecited. More will be posted when I have time. (BTW, sorry for the short length, I just couldn't think of much.)