Waking up in the woods, with bloody clothes and a bloody hatchet in your hand. And no memories. Isn't a situation anyone would want to be in. "Wandering deeper into the forest, I hold the hatchet in my hand tightly. Scared." { I do not own Ticci Toby or any Creepypasta in his story. I do not own you, I only own this story and any characters I may decided to add in. } [Warning! Abusive content may appear in this story, if you've been abused, or are sensitive to the subject. Do not continue with this story]
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