Expecting Someone?

Expecting Someone?

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Thu, Mar 22, 201812m
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Have trouble sleeping? Then this story is to blame because you've read it and I wrote it. I'm mainly sharing 50-50 profit of blame with you. Truthfully I should've first warned you though. Oh wait I still have time. This is based on a true story. Oh for crying out loud! I'm just kidding. So don't be such a baby and research if it's true or not. Give Google a break. So it all begins here, with Charlie and his pals, receiving an invitation to one of the greatest high school parties of all times. The party was definitely fun, active, and with a enormous dose of "I could care less about what-ever the %#$ happens tonight" type of tune. But completely out of nowhere, the unexpected occurred. A machete wielding, white masking wearing, serial killer decided to crashed the party and thought blood would look creatively artistic on the walls and floor of the party. Charlie's weekend either ends with a bloody, and devastating ending or it either ends in another bright side which I wouldn't dare tell any of you. It's going to take plenty of organs and guts to put an end to this psycho. Before reading please man & woman the hell up. This story will be one hell of a story. Side note I threw in an instruction manual on how to carefully read this heart-stopping story, I think.
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Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"

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