I knew going to a haunted house wasn't going to be a good idea. Yet, I let my friend talk me into it, now I'm standing in the middle of the dark area apologizing to one of the actors. Who would have thought, a haunted house was the start of my life and ultimately also the end.
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I love you but you don't know me, you should know me. So I'm sorry, but I'll be near. And I'll be watching.
Anonymous
What the fucking hell?
I looked at the forest already know that this summer was gunna be a fucking living hell whole.