When you read this, yo're going to think it's a parody of Wonderland. But I dreamed this. All of this.
This is my Dreamland.
Where the trees are red.
The land is whtie.
The sky is purple.
And the eyes are blue.
The trees are my blood.
The land is my skin.
The sky is my mind.
And the eyes are mine.
And when you come here.
You'll play a game with me.
This game is called Dreamland.
Can you ready up the correct pattern to leave my Dreamland?
You have three hours before.
You.
Die.
YOU ARE READING
Creepypasta Stories
FanfictionThese are stories that I make up, you can request one for me to make up. Just generally describe it and I'll write it. Also, put the name in. THESE ARE ALL ORIGINAL, IF I COPIED FROM SOMEONE I AM SORRY, BUT I HAVE NOT SEEN YOUR STORY.
