(A/N: This is fictional. Don't be concerned or anything)
Help me! Dear God, someone please fucking help me!
I don't know what to do. It broke my phone and all I have is my computer. I've sent out emails to almost every email address I have in the hopes that someone can help. I think this is the last place I can say something before it finds me. What the fuck even is this thing. It all started when I was cooking dinner and I heard the door being ripped open. It was locked and judging by the condition of the doorway I honestly doubt they unlocked it before opening it. I got a quick glimps of the thing before I hid in the closet. I can't even begin to describe how the thing looked. That's beyond the point. I'm in the closet my room. The dressed is in front of the bedroom door. Oh shit! It's banging on the door. It can probably smell me. I don't have that much time. When you call the cops, tell them to go to BEXQ2A3S EX56CR8T9VYU0BIJNK[M]P L.'
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Writing Prompts I wrote for school
אקראיI started this book back in 2016 when I was in seventh grade (as I'm rewriting this description, it is 2020 and I'm a senior in high school). Now, I'm in creative writing and decided that I want to post those stories here too. I don't want to delete...
