The Nightmare On the Second Floor

The Nightmare On the Second Floor

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Horror
I just moved into a new home, so far it has been 15 months since, I got away from Mia. Every time I see her she is trying to kill me, I have consulted the police, but they haven't done anything, she is always trying to act like what's she's not. My family and my best friend knows about this, but they don't understand what she has against me. I have tried asking and talking but nothing works. Like I said, we just moved, and so far everything is looking great. That is until my best friend and I decide to look and go into an abandoned mental hospital, this was just for fun until she found me. ~Authors note~ This story is a bit explicit, but only in violence and gore. No sexual themes or language! Please comment what you think about the story, and if you liked it, please rate! -NarutoLover09 ~Authors note prt 2~ Anyone who wants to share this story, whether telling it or sharing it, I am perfectly okay with it. But please make sure to credit me. -NarutoLover09
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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