Oliver and Elizabeth are strangers.
He is nineteen years old and throw into a difficult life with no obvious escape. He had great potential as a child, but after being orphaned at age eleven, he was separated from his younger sisters in foster care. They were four year old twins and were adopted quickly by their foster parents. Now he lives on his own in a small apartment searching for them. He isn't what anyone would call happy, but he doesn't mind.That is, until he gets a letter.
She is a seventeen year old who was raised in a loving family, but has no friends. She's not the prettiest, or the smartest, or the nicest, but she's still content with her life. She is happy spending time with her parents playing board games and going out to eat with her aunts, uncles, and grandparents. She feels normal for the most part. She's fine with her face-only-a-mother-could-love looks, 'B' average grades, and a personality that takes some getting used to, until she gets an English assignment.
Kaitlyn and Zoe always knew they were different. Twins at birth and joined at the hip through life. With a mom who drinks away her sadness and a father crazed with insanity. It's only a matter of time they find out they aren't who they look like and come to find a true calling.
A calling that most don't seem to understand. Except for a group of lost souls like them. Finally, they found a family who accepts them at 17. Only, this family likes to play dark games.
//warning this has some gory scenes as well as mild language. If you don't like that kind of stuff I'm sorry, this fanfic is not for you\\
A Creepypasta Fanfic