My CreepyPasta Horror Story

My CreepyPasta Horror Story

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As (y/n) was walking through the woods, following the path and listening to how quiet it was, she didn't hear anything but the footsteps behind her. (Y/n) turned around but saw nothing. She was for sure she heard something but she ignored it and continued walking as her eyes followed the path. Her eyes kept storming the path, looking to see what was going on around her. (Y/n) heard a scream from the distance so she stopped and hurried then grabbed the flashlight out of her bag, she stormed the woods up and down to see if she sees anything. Nothing.. But her flashlight just kicked off and wouldn't come back on. (Y/n) got even more worried as she heard strange laughing, it sounded, deep. She grabbed her phone, then the screen went blank and green. A kid showed up on her phone, wearing all green, blonde hair, and sharp pointy ears. He had solid black eyes and red pupils, the screen read.. "You Shouldn't Have Done That!.." (Y/n) screamed and threw her phone The next part will be here soon
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IT lets go of me, my head hits the ground again, no sound echos this time. IT's mouth movies, but my ears ring, so I can't hear IT. Everything is blurry and movies too much. I can't focus on anything. IT looks at me, IT's eyes are all gray. IT smirks and stands all of the way up, towering over me. I pull myself up and wobble away from IT on unsteady feet. I look back to see IT laughing, watching me walk away. I can't hear her terrible laughter, and I don't want... to... I fall over, feeling woozy. My head spins and I sway as I try to stand. I look back again, to see that the fog has covered my path, and I can only see a couple of inches away from my face. I blow out air and fall over. * * * * 13 year old Colten, takes a shortcut through the field next to his house on his way home. But why can't he reach his destination?

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