So when i was little I'm going to say i was about 5-6 years old, all i remember was my friend his name was Ben. I really liked Ben he was my best friend. We played a lot outside.He wanted me to go to his home. But mamma said she didn't like Ben and so i couldn't go. I never knew why.
Later when I was about 12-13 I was still friends with Ben but he didn't go to my school. He said he was home schooled . He met me after school everyday at our tree, our tree was right next to a river about a half a mile down the street from my house. We always pretended that i was a princess and he was the knight in shining armor.
When i was about 14 my mom asked me why i still had an imaginary friend I didn't understand what she ment. my only friend for my whole life was Ben. i got in a really big fight with my mom and ran away, to where Ben had said he lived.
I have never been to Ben's "house" but when I got there I never went back
The address he had given me was the address to the Emery Cemetery, where I saw Ben sitting there on a grave. As I got closer I read the grave stone he was sitting by it read:
Ben Jones 1999-2004
Here's to the little deaths
YOU ARE READING
Somebody get me through this nightmare
Nouvellesthis is one of my first books if you like scary thing this is for you! c: