Creepypastas NEVER Die
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So, here is the description:
You need Jesus if you're reading this. ANYWAY,
Sky Tyme, and her family, Jack Tyme (brother), Summer Tyme (sister), her father, Damien Tyme, her mother, Chris Dill, and her Grandmother, Penelope Dill, wake up one winter morning in their small county in Cut 'n' Shoot Texas, (South Texas near Galveston), only to find snow- 3 feet of it no less. They never thought they'd see snow where they live, but... It was happening! Since her sister had woken her up at 3:20 AM, and seen snow. Sky was having fun in the snow with her sister and brother, but, once it was time to go in, she felt like she was being watched. The snow didn't seem so inviting anymore...
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THIS IS A CREEPYPASTA STORY; BUT-- creepypastas are just known as silly little shitty written horror stories. But, as a person writes them, the "creepypasta" comes alive, and the things you see in the dark are not always fake. (That's the rule of this story, anyway. So if i fuck up the rules, tell me I'll redo a chapter, if i even finish this piece of shit WIP)
So... THIS IS SHIT, AND SO IS THE COVER. I DREW IT MYSELF SO THAT'S WHY :D
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