Everyone's ignoring me since the day I saw them crying on the street. Someone died that day.
I tried peeping through the people but the crowd was too thick so I could only see a girl lying on her chest drenched in blood.
It seemed she was as tall as me. There was a bike lying nearby which I heard was the now-dead girl's. That girl probably had similar tastes like me as her bike was also similar to the one I have. I tried asking people about what exactly had happened but everyone just chose to ignore me.
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Creepy Collection
HorrorA collection of short creepy tales. Hi people, this is my first book. I hope you like it. Voting is completely up to you but don't forget to leave comments and let me know what you think so that I can improve myself. Thank you for wasting your time...
