I started working as a therapist at the insane asylum just a few months ago, I met someone with Amnesia, they got it from a car wreck and can't remember how they got there. So this is there story.
June 10th was a normal day, for some people yes, for me no. The reason why it was so special is because it was my birthday, and as everyone knows that on your birthday you can have anything that you want. So I got what I wanted put was punished. Real hard.
June 22nd was a everything but normal day for me. I woke up to police banging on my door, I was escorted to a holding cell, and found guilty of thecharge of man slaughter, of course since I couldn't lie to the judge since I was under oath I just had to confess to how I killed him, how I stabbed him with my nine inch knife over and over and over until he stopped moving, how I dug out his eyes and used them as my own, how I took his teeth and gave them to the children that needed them, how I took his arms and legs and spelled out a message, how his head was the perfect period to end a sentence. How I ended his sentence.
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Short scary/sad stories
Non-Fictionjust me being a person that writes with terrible grammar so...... lets fookin' do it m8
