.MY BEST FRIEND.
I had a best friend, Melanie, but she died a long time ago when we were only 3. Now I'm 6 and we're moving to a new house because I kept complaining about Melanie visiting my room every night. No-one had believed me until they saw her themselves. She was crouching and watching my baby brother Carl. She stabbed Carl with her long fingernails, blood pouring out like a jetspray from his chest. We couldn't help but just witness it. My father was struggling to keep Mom intact as she was just about to pounce on Melanie. From that day onwards I started hating Melanie. I'm happy now because she'll not hurt any of my family members and we'll stay far away from her.
15 years passsed. I'm 21 now and still as worthless, my parents died, and now I'm living alone, I've not made any friends since Melanie. I cried thinking about my brother Carl, he was only 5 months old when that wretched killed him and our lives turned upside down. I was driving home when suddenly my car hit something
''Hey man! What the hell?''I yelled.
I went closer for inspection, the road was deserted. The person was staring at me with her red bloodshot eyes, smiling with their razor sharp teeth. It was only then did I realize it was Melanie. I screamed and ran to my car. I hit her while escaping. Rushing to my apartment, I bolted the door shut and heaved a sigh of relief. Just then I heard heavy breathing near my ear. I whipped my head to find her staring at me with that ghastly smile of hers. She whispered:
"Aren't you my best friend?" She pierced her fingernails in my neck.
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