I don't know why i'm not dead, or completely dead. I'm still around kinda no one can remember me. I will say hello to someone, but then its like they don't even recognize me i still feel like a normal person but i'm not. I can live anywhere I want, i can do whatever I want except get people to notice me.
I am Mitchel Ramirez a sixteen year old dead guy. I keep to myself mostly one good thing about no one noticing you is you can get away with almost anything. When the new Suicide squad movie came out i went to every showing and didn't have to pay once. I can stand right in front of the guy at the ice cream shop and keep asking for free samples all day long and he will keep on giving them to me without hesitation.
I usually sleep in the park because my parents food truck used to be around the corner i haven't seen them since that night in the desert. I wonder sometimes if they think about me or if i was so easily forgotten in my normal life too. I woke up to a homeless man digging in the garbage can next to me, so i figured it was time to get up. i looked over and saw a young girl, her long black pigtails reached halfway down her back, and her purple flower dress was so dirty i felt bad when saw her crying i wondered what was wrong but then i saw a large man pulling her by the arm he was trying to pull her into his car she was so small it was easy to over power her i didn't see anyone else looking so i rushed over i thought i wouldn't be any help but next thing i knew i was on his back with my teeth sunk into his thick neck. i felt the warm blood running down my face and throat. his blood tasted so sweet i just couldn't stop. I didn't stop till i looked over at the girl and she was terrified. she was silent just staring at me with her big brown eyes and her lip quivering. she was probably only twelve or so and i just scared her for life. She fell to the ground and started muttering something in Spanish that i couldn't quite make-out, she looked up at me and said "my Papa you.. you killed him my.." i looked at her then the man and i couldn't believe it. Did i just kill this girls father?
I ran faster than i ever did before i didn't stop till i got to the bridge over the saint maria river. i looked at a broke down silver mini van on the side of the road. i was completely covered in blood.
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Crispy Baby
HorrorA Creepy Pasta type story that I made up a few years back, about a young Hispanic boy that goes through some pretty awful things.....(Still Under construction please comment ideas for the next chapter)...