Whelp, Here we are. Stuck again in another no-name town with fuck all to do. Great. My family and I have been traveling a lot more often lately. In and out of towns with nothing but inn's and broken buildings lost to the memory of time. We had just moved in to a two story house, near the back of the town and towards a forest. Two years ago I wouldn't give two shits about some dumbass forest, but, at leased it gives me something to do.
While the rest of my family unpack and set up the rest of the house, I decided to have a walk around the area. Get to know it a bit,y'know. It's the same as all the rest of the shit-hole towns we've moved too: Boring, gloomy and cold as shit. The only good thing in this town is the huge ass forest near our house. That counts for something. I hope.
While I was walking down the main street I saw a group of girls standing by one of the corner shops. They looked like the kinda snobby, bitchy types. Straightened hair, caked in makeup and not a brain cell between them. I think I heard that one of there names was Chantelle or something. Now that name just SOUNDS bitchy, But hey, what's a good place to live without someone to hate, right?
Note from author: yes I know it's short and yes I know it's probably got a shit tone of mistakes but it's my first story so I was expecting it to be kinda bad. Let me know what you think.
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The girl who buried the town
HorrorMeet Sarada, a 16year old who moves around, like, a lot. After the death of her brother two years back, her family never could stay in the same place for more that a year. Due to there inability to stay still, Sarada never really made any long-lasti...
