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3 A.M.

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3 A.M.
This story might not be scary for you but read till the end. (THIS STORY IS NOT REAL)
once upon a time a girl named Linda lived with his 7 year old son. his son's name was Mike. Mike would always want to play with his mothers things. when a day came that Linda bought a new phone. she was so sensitive on it. one day Mike came and asked him: "mom can i play with your phone?"
Linda said: " sure you can! but please be careful Mike! don't delete any pictures or apps. just play and do nothing else to it!!!  after a long time, Linda had to go to sleep. she saw the clock and said: oh man its 3 a.m. and i have to sleep. he was looking for his son so she could get her phone back but he was not in his room. when Linda checked her own room, she saw Mike asleep with her phone. she took it from him slowly so he wouldn't wake up. when she started looking at her photos she saw her son taking pictures of himself but suddenly the last picture she saw was a devil/ghost taking a picture with Mike while he was asleep. when Linda looked back to her bed, Mike went missing. she turned back and something caught her eye. she saw a note on her window with blood saying: " get out of my house or mike will die". she couldn't believe it but the worse thing that caught her eye again was Mike's head stuck on the window and his body on the window.All Rights Reserved

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