I Can Learn

I Can Learn

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Wizarding World: The Marauders
"I thought you said you couldn't love?" I snap at the man, lidless and a carved smile upon his features. He looks at me with his wide blue eyes; his fleshy smile seeming to drop into a weary smirk. "I can learn." Lily Evans doesn't believe in the urban legends known as creepypastas. She reads about them online, but doesn't believe a word. That is until she encounters one. This one goes by the name Jeff The Killer, and he murders Lily's neighbors. When Lily stands up to this murderer, fires a shot, and misses, her world changes. Is it for the good or for the bad?
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*2016 Update* I plan on getting around to edit this eventually, so forgive the small grammar mistakes. ••••• "I won't kill you" he blurted out with regret. Confusion mingled with my fear. He regretted not killing me? "Who are you?" I asked, slowly moving toward the closed door. He looked at the painting on my easel, and smiled darkly. I saw it clearly for the first time, and my eyes widened. I had painted the man in my dream. His face, twisted in a smirk, dominated the canvas. A swirl of crimson paint surrounded him, and I saw myself in the painting, wearing a long, black evening gown, my hair in a long ponytail, my pail skin glowing, and I stared at the man with love in my eyes. The painting I had created shocked me to the point of forgetting to escape. "Nice" the man said, and yanked open the window above my bed. He crawled out of the room, crouched on the window sill. "Jeff" he said softly, watching me with interest. "Huh?" Came my dumbfounded voice. "My name is Jeff"

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