The Painting
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MatureComplete Sun, Dec 14, 20149m
The painting shown in the cover is "The Crying Boy" by Bruno Amadio. This painting has inspired quite a few short stories as it is supposedly "curse" and quite notorious in its own right. I was inspired by this story so I help creepypasta by sharing it. The original is at www.creepypasta.com/painting/. The story is about a kidnapped ten year old boy name Jamie which is the brother of the storyteller. There was no sign of a break in at all. None of the windows had been broken, the doors weren't busted. Nothing.
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