C.R.E.E.P.Y.M.E

C.R.E.E.P.Y.M.E

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Parts 2

Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Sat, Mar 25, 2017

creepypasta horror mẹ

"Welcome to the land of the broken, where all of our happiness was taken ~" I panicked as I heard a voice sing softly yet behind that melodious voice was a demonic presence dripping from their words like poison. "We hunt for others to feel our pain, to never see the light again~" I heard another voice sing, there was a hint of sorrow and pain behind those words the second voice sang. I clenched my eyes shut hoping that this nightmare would end. Then everything was as silent as empty room, I opened up my eyes to make sure they were gone, but alas I guess fate had something else for me. The figure was unknown except for the dark black cape and hood that covered their face and body. I noticed a red glint as well as a liquid drip from the seemingly black empty void in the hood of the mysterious figure. I opened my mouth to let out a scream but......No sound was heard from my mouth, but there was another sound, the sound of chuckling. "Come back," They said to me. 'C-come back?'...... (S-some c-characters who are f-familiar do not b-belong to me, but to t-their o-owners, and all a-ages c-can r-read for s-some s-spooks!)

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