Prologue

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A few years ago, my father and mother died in a plane crash. Mother was coming to show me a surprise, but they never made it. One of the engines caught on fire, and soon the other one did too. Their plane came crashing into the Pacific Ocean, and I never saw them again. Their bodies weren't ever found.

Now, I'm a twenty-four year old girl taking care of my little boy. His name is Tobias, but I call him Toby for short. He likes living with me, and it doesn't effect him that he doesn't have a father. He's eight, but very intelligent. He's in fourth grade due to the fact that the school thought he was smart enough to move up a grade. I'm grateful that I have such a smart boy, but sometimes I dream of having a loving husband beside me to take care of him with me. Sometimes, Toby goes into the woods behind our house and when he comes back, he talks about his friend Sally. I believe she's his imaginary friend, but he always denies. I've asked him of I could ever meet this Sally, but he says that she doesn't want to scare me. I don't think anything could scare me at this point. And it's all because of my best friends Drew, Trey, and Dawson. When I was eight and they were eight and nine, they showed me pictures of 'creepypastas'. Jeff the killer, Slenderman, and The Rake were the least of it. They showed me all of them, and I've researched about them my whole life up until this point. I still do it today. I've researched Jeff more than any other because he sparks an interest in me. I've researched his brother too. He's now known as Homicidal Liu. It's a terrible tragedy that all that might be real, but I believe something worse could happen, jut like my parents' deaths. They could've caught on fire, or fallen off a cliff, or even crashed into a mountain. But, I don't care now. They never really cared about me, anyway. And I didn't care about them. They say I was a mistake, but that they love me. I could see the lie in their eyes. The way my mother fake smiled, and how my father played with his fingers...

One thing is for sure, I don't want them back.

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