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Sweet Nightmares (Creepypasta)

Sweet Nightmares (Creepypasta)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 21, 2018
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You, the reader, had just finished high school, but upon your arrival at home you were greeted by your drunk father, no surprise. Your father had abused you almost everyday since your mother and sister left, and you were tired of it. Tomorrow would be the day that you would leave. Why did you wait so long? You waited until you were legally an adult so you could leave and tomorrow was your eighteenth birthday. Surprisingly, the time had flown by since you were caught up in the imaginary world of Creepypasta. But the short eleven minutes to yourself was interrupted by your drunk father. He had mistaken you for your mother and tried to get the love he wanted from you, but you wouldn't give it to him. You fought him off and as you did, you stabbed him. Unaware you had an audience. He then made himself visible from the shadows and there he was clear as day. Jeff The Killer. Was this real? Or was it all a dream? Well, read on to find out.
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I looked out my window to find Jeff, leaning against the big oak tree in his front yard. It was only 42 degrees out and the snow was falling softly. I squinted my eyes a little to see what he was doing with his hands. He was fiddling with his knife. I slid my window open and peeked my head out. "Jeff..!" I yelled down to him. He looked up at me. "What do you want??" He asked irritably. "What the hell are you doing outside!? Its the middle of winter!" I said. He smirked. "Aww, the pretty bitch is worrying about me. How sweet." He said in a harsh, sarcastic, way. I rolled my eyes. __________________________________ __________________________________ Taylor Jones, a 17 year old girl, lives with her mother. Her father had died when she was just a little girl. Her life isn't at all normal- considering she lives in the woods right beside a giant mansion full of cold blooded killers. Although, one of them catches her eye. His innocent, pale, complexion...those deep, brown eyes of his...the only thing that she really had to worry about was Jeffs decision to get along with her or not.

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