Creepy Poems I Wrote Out Of Boredom
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  • Parts 2
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Ongoing, First published Nov 13, 2019
These are mainly elegy's that I made. Artwork or songs go to the rightful owner. I also will take requests if you want to see a certain elegy in here. If you want me to make you an elegy, then dm me. 

el·e·gy

/ˈeləjē/

noun

a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.



There will also be story ideas that I make. 
You can make your own story out of these poems or ideas, just make sure to tag me in it and credit me. Thanks and enjoy!
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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.