Your tree is burning. Run. The tree monsters want revenge. They blame you. But you never even looked at the tree. It just sat there. Thinking is suicidal thoughts. It finally went threw with it and burned itself. You fucked up. Not turning back now. The tree monsters took your family. You had to mail yourself to Yugoslavia. But there is a foe that you have o face. The dust. It comes for you. Run. Run far away.
Mer Crisms
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Mer Crisms
HorrorA stupid story for Christmas. At the time of writing this I have no idea what will happen in the story. Good luck reading this.
