The X: A Creepy Pasta Chapter Story

The X: A Creepy Pasta Chapter Story

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Violet is new to Frontier Middle School, a school in "the largest small town" in the state of Washington. Moving from just an hour from London to a small town in Washington is hard enough, but if you can see dark shadows like she can, it's even harder. Violet is a seventh grader, who was diagnosed with schizophrenia when she was little. But just as soon as she thinks she's gonna fit in at her new school and new life, she snaps, and something takes over her body and mind only at night, something dark and evil; something that's out for blood. //Note to reader: This is my own creepy pasta that I made myself. I'll try my best to update every week. The X is my own creepy pasta character and all rights go to me. I hope you enjoy the story, and leave me some tips of how to improve my writing. Thank you for taking your time to read this note, have a good day.\\
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Camera

My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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