*ignores the knock* It was *the door knocks again* . *ignores the knock* . My STEP FATHER was sexually abusing my brother. That is when I started believing that not all step fathers are actually good. Only some. I yelled and went downstairs to call my mum using that old wireless house phone. Once I picked up the phone, there isnt any line. It wasnt a wireless phone. Someone cut the wire off. This phone needs wires. W I R E S. My step father started shouting and trying to reach out for me from upstairs. He goes Mila!! Mila!! Mila!! Its not what you think!! It sounded like milo from upstairs. I ignored his love for milo and ran off from my living room to my backyard. I stood there under a big shady tree. After 10 minutes, I didnt hear any noise coming from that milo man. My eyes rolled up and I saw something from my baby brother's window. That exact moment again changed my life. It was *someone knocked on the door* *ignored the knock* *the lights from outside switched off* *continues writing* It was..
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The Unwanted Knocks
HorrorWelcome to 24th November 2045 🙂 you are about to read a dairy belonged to a young girl, Mila 👁 If you cant stand the truth, then keep on scrolling 🙂
