There was a house on the hill. The house was old. It was filled with spiders and my dear Aunt Sally. No one likes Aunt Sally. But of course, children, it is wrong to make assumptions. But for if you were to meet my dear Aunt Sally you would either start crying or you would most likely call her a psychotic bitch. Aunt Sally decided that one day she would never leave her room. This is very bad if you were mentally insane and your room was deadly black and dark, but when ever we tried convincing the poor pale women she would just scream unknown babble.
"SHUT OUT THE WHORE'S ALEX, THEY WANT TO FUCK ME AGAIN" Is what I heard before all hell broke loose.
(A/N I want this to be confusing and being in 2nd person :p)
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My Dear Aunt Sally
Mystery / ThrillerPlease exuse my dear Aunt Sally. She's not stable.
