E͟͟r͟͟r͟͟o͟͟r͟͟_1.8

E͟͟r͟͟r͟͟o͟͟r͟͟_1.8

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Tˀhˀeˀrˀeˀ Iˀsˀ Sˀoˀmˀeˀoˀnˀeˀ Wˀaˀtˀcˀhˀiˀnˀgˀ 4:00 A.M You wake up increasingly tired and haul yourself Up for work, you forgot the morning paper so Your mind automatically triggered for your body to get the paper, only to realise.. when you open your door to find an IPhone. iPhone 6S to be exact. This isn't your iPhone though, you picked up the phone only to see a terrifying ƃlıʇɔɥǝp screen... Your curiosity takes over and you eagerly start to charge the dɥouǝ. Your task is to find out where this phone came from, whos it is, and how to get rid of ıʇ.
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You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow... It's his reflection. The story is called Home Alone. These are just some Creeypasta's. These Creepypastas do not belong to me, all rights reserved to the rightful owners. Read them if you want, I don't care.

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