The Marionette

Hello! This story is about my character Luna. This is a story of how she became a creepypasta. Enjoy!
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Flashback(2 yrs ago)

It was around midnight. And I shot up as soon as I heard ear peircing screams. As curiosity took over, I went to investigate where the screams are coming from.

I tip toed downstairs and carefully peeped my head around the corner. Numbness is all I can feel. There, the horrific scene left me gaging. There he was. Sliting my mothers throat. Step Dad. He isnt heping. He is still. As still as a statue.

Mother is now ghostly pale. Stab wounds taking over her body. The killer now moves on to 'Dad'.

Stab after stab. Scream scream. Suddenly it all goes scilent. 'Dad' throat has blood gushing out of its wound.

You can hear a in drop.

The killer has turned. Now facing my direction. He notices my emotionless face and tilts his head. "Why arent you screaming?" He asked. "There is nothing to scream about" "Then why arent you crying?"