little girl

little girl

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Ashley was home alone she was so bored her parents were out for the night,Ashley really wanted to do something so she started watching a movie Ashley then heard a big knock at the front door she answered and opened the door there was a little girl red hair and a pink dress the little girl started crying saying please let me in my mummy locked me outside because I looked at the basement and I saw a little boy with no legs and he was dripping so mummy slapped me and locked me outside Ashley then started thinking the little girl probably just had a bad dream and ran from home Ashley then led her to the guest room and as Ashley turned around the little girl was standing there with a bloody knife and then the little girl said your next I'm going to kill you now ! Ashley screamed and ran to the phone and when she did she rang the police and then when the police came Ashley was found dead and next to her was a picture of the little girl holding 2 fingers up ...
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