Dear Evan Hansen, I thought today was going to be a normal day. I was going to go out on the oceanographer boat, jump into a divers suit and a heavy metal cage to see the humongous predators that we call great white sharks. A perfectly normal day. But then, it just happened. I couldn't even process what was happening but I knew I was going to die. I knew heard the smash and the crack. I don't even know why or how I'm alive. But I know it has something to do with that long brown hair. I don't know what thing that was, but hopefully it's still there in those blue waters. Just waiting for me. ~Tree Bros~

A mysterious man with jet black hair and dark sunglasses walked down the streets of a town. He was walking in the middle of the smooth road, staring in front of him. It was 9 in the afternoon, so it was quite peaceful outside. The sun was just warm enough, the grass seemed to be alive as it waved through the cool winds, and the light blue sky had a few puffy clouds scattered throughout the endless sky. He stopped once he was outside of a particular house. It was a 2-story home, and it was painted a smudgeless white. The man pulled out a slip of paper from his gray jeans. He looked at it, confirming his beliefs. This was her house. He seemed to be able to see clearly through that fashionable sunglasses, even though it was tinted a pitch black. He ran his tan hand through his chocolate brown hair, the corner of his lips turning up, eventually turning into a smirk. It's time.

Imagine Tord hitting his head a little to hard on the fall down from the top Imagine his heart falling on whom he thought he hated Imagine what he'd do for them

Well this ine is when the creepypastas are little boys/girls!hope ya like it my sweets ^_^