I looked around at the bloody corpses that were once my family, my shoulders trembling with the sobs passing through my body. Glancing around, I knew that I was utterly alone, again. Steeling myself, I decided that this is not going to be my life anymore. It's time I fought back. The smell of gun smoke burned my nose...
Death is everywhere. Death is patient. Death is kind. Well, scratch the latter. It's common knowledge that when it's your time to ascend into that finality of death, you die. However, it seems as if this common principle is null for Jade Richardson.
So, Halloween is coming up soon. I am writing some scary stories that are gonna make you have to look behind the shower curtain every time you use the bathroom. Enjoy.
Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out t...
