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Last published Wed, Aug 5, 2020
== the knocking grew louder, driving me insane. the repetitive pounding of knuckles on metal, the high pitched screams of the monster outside my door.
thank god i'm already cremated ==
a growing collection of old wives tales, fairy tales, myths, stories, and more! converted into twisted and janky stories by yours truly!
constructive criticism? sure
comments? sure
hate? preferably no
i made this story because of my love for horror, and because i want to see my take on classical stories.
i hope you enjoy, while you still can!
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