Living With Creepypastas
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MatureOngoing2h 42m
Last published Sun, Nov 21, 2021
Investigator: "So.. if you can, please tell me what happened in that cabin."
Chloe: In a shaky voice "Well.. I was up.. upstairs and I h-heard my parents scream from.. from downstairs.." she pauses and pain flashes through her eyes "W-when I went downstairs.. to check on them.. they were nowhere to be found.."
Investigator: "Strange, do you know of anyone that could have been inside the house? Possibly a family friend or even a relative? There seems to be no signs of a forced entry"
Chloe: Slowly nodding as she recalls a boy her parents took in prior, claiming he was starving "Th-there was a boy.. who looked around my age.." she pauses for a moment and wipes her eyes "He looked to be around my age.. maybe a little older.." she got goosebumps and looked around the room "His face.. it was covered in blood.. we thought he'd been beaten.. or worse.. so we took him in to feed him.. to stay until we could figure out what was wrong with him.." she started shivering "I-I think.. I think I was the only one that.. noticed his eyes.. they were black.. with only a.. a red dot for pupils.. a-and the chains.. oh my god the chains.. wrapped around his bo-"
Chloe was cut off and immediately released a weak gurgled scream. The investigator looked down to find two chains had impaled both him and Jade through the abdomen. The chains pulled apart and killed them instantly.
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