The Abused Half-Breed

The Abused Half-Breed

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Oct 1, 2019
The small isolated island he lived in for all his life was the best out of them all. They abused a child till the day he could walk and talk, his name was Vince. His parents saw what he was, so they tried taking him to an orphanage when he was 1-month-old, but they got into a car crash and died but not before shouting "Kill the demon!". And so the village treated him like one. Will he die by the villagers?
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*Not edited, I'm doing this on my phone. I do not own any of the Creepypasta, I own the following characters: Emily, Micah, Tyler, Cole, Dylan & The Parents. I simply made this out of boredom and for entertainment purposes. Please, enjoy.* Emily was a young girl who lived in a house in the middle of the woods. She would go outside and play with her imagery friend, Jack. She would explore the woods with him, he would tell her to kill the bugs, throw rocks at the birds. Influencing her to kill everything without caring or feeling guilt. Her parents hated it, as did her older brother. He always told a story about her friend, Jack. After she stopped going outside, she began to ignore her friend, Jack. But He still came. Her family moves to North Carolina to get away from what Emily was encountering. "Who's there?" She calls, hoping nothing replies back. "You're back, Emily. I've missed you." A voice rose from the darkness, with footsteps inching closer.

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