ten years ago: I walked through the front door of my new house and I felt empty, it was nothing like walking through the door of my old house it was like a portal it would take me from the real world to my world. I remember walking into my old room and seeing him stood there, everyday I would talk to him but there was no reply. some days I thought I was going crazy, that I was losing my mind. All until the day of the move, the day I would leave and never see him again, he spoke back. I felt loved like I wasn't alone anymore but I was because he was just a figure in my imagination at least thats what I thought.
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the creepypatsa mansion
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