When I was 6 and my bro 10 we came to notice that we always had a cop car following us around. This went on for a couple of months during the summer. We did not know what was going on until later when we moved far away. My mom explained to us that for two or three months, some weirdo would call the house (when my dad was not home) and tell her how he would rape and kill us.
Now people may ask: but why would the cops take this so seriously?
1) The man would be aware when my mom was alone with us 2) He would tell her what we were wearing and doing on the particular day. 3)He knew our names! 4)He would call from random phone booths around the city where we lived, sometimes from really far away. He took time to drive to the other ends of the city to make a phone call. ** edit 5) The fucking Montreal Boy Slasher was active at the time.
After we moved, it stopped and nothing ever happened. Still makes my mom go fucking mental because she says the first time he called he was very polite and had a very pleasant tone in his voice.
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Stories Of Halloween 2017
القصة القصيرةThe 31 days of Halloween! I'll be posting a story every day in October. (Mature just in case) By the way, these stories are all TRUE. The first book I've ever completed. "Big Book Of...Stuff" will probably be next.
