You quickly get up and walk away. Bad choice. You feel a small hand grab your wrist with surprising force. You turn back to see the small girl but.... her face is...... Spilt...
" DON'T IGNORE MEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!" She shrilled. Suddenly she's back to normal and she asks for your name as if she didn't just try to kill you.
YOU ARE READING
My lovely terrors
AléatoireThis is an interactive story. You make the choices! Plz don't hate me ;-;
