Hi.... My name is Cam and I live in the woods of North Carolina. "I know,The woods how original, well fuck off". I just moved here from the beach of sweet Miami Florida. Unlike other bullshit ass stories, I don't live in a cabin. I actually live in a three story house all by myself. At first when I moved in I was a little... Freaked out, but over time I have accepted it, the darkness, stillness, and quietness if the woods. When I moved in, I was only 18 and keeping everything perfectly organized. But now that I'm 19, I don't know if I'm going insane or not, but some of my things have been disappearing. At first I thought it was just because I've become a messy piece of shit, but no... This was different. Now u may be thinking, "why the absolute fuck would you move from Miami to the woods???". Well, I was being....hunted so to speak. I was at home one day when I was 17 and I found a Ouija board. Normally since I'm black, I wouldn't have fucked with it. But this particular day, I gave no fucks. After googling how to work the shit, I lit 3 candles, turned of the lights, and drew a five point star in squirrel's blood.
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I then put the Ouija board in the center of the star, and began playing with a demon. I asked the demon playfully, "what is your name bitch?", As I placed my fingers on the triangle shit that shows you the letter the demon wants, it slowly and steadily spelled out, D...E...A...T...H. Once again, not using my black sense, I kept going and asked Mr.Death, "what do you do?". It spelled out L...O...V...C...I. Not even 10 seconds later, I felt a chill down my spine and the candles blew out. Me being in savage mode, I just turned on the lights and threw the board in my garbage disposal. So yea that's pretty much why I'm here... I didn't want to stay in a haunted house so I dipped like 21 savage. Now that that's out of the way, let me tell you what happened yesterday night. So the way my house is, the kitchen and dining room are on the first floor; the bathroom, my room, and the living room are on the second floor; and the gaming room and piano room are on the third floor. It was about 2:24 in the morning, and I was in my bed texting my friends in Miami about life, but I heard a silence breaking, BANG!!! come from the kitchen. Oh well, I thought something could have just fell...well no. About 15 seconds later, I heard my water start running at full power. "Shit", I thought...Lovic.
