Ibi.exe II: Wanna Play With Me?

After that event of my abusive mother dying, me and my kind father went back home to eat some dinner. It was kinda boring without my mum, and dad didn't want to marry a new wife. While I was eating, I turned my head to the window to see Ibi again just standing there. I startled, and told my father that there was someone out there. Dad looked at the window, and Ibi was gone. I was aware that I maybe were just hallucinating, but it looked nothing like a hallucination at all since it was just too realistic.

Then, at 11 PM, I went to sleep while my dad was staying up late watching the news about a pink-haired girl who was stalking young children for no reason, and the police are still trying to find the girl. However, my father didn't believe that story so he changed the channel to his favourite show, Pawn Stars.

But suddenly that night, I couldn't sleep so I went out of my house without my dad knowing it. While I was out walking late in the night, there was dead children everywhere, impaled on street lights, blood dripping, everything. I just didn't believe that Ibi did it all by herself, so I kept on walking until seeing Ibi. I went closer to Ibi, but then I blacked out of nowhere,

When I was waking up, I ended up in a seemingly different world which looked like the visions of hell. It wasn't a dream or anything, since I heard a hyper-realistic voice that said "Hello, do you want to play with me?", ending the sentence with a short giggle. I tried to get the hell outta this bizarre place, but suddenly Ibi began following after me, thinking we were playing hide and seek. I couldn't run anymore, so I tripped on a rock and began crying. Ibi then appeared behind me and I stopped crying, and suddenly, she tried to kill me with her long and sharp nails, but I successfully punched her in the face like what my mom taught me.

But, I actually realized that it was all just a dream, so that most likely means that Ibi is still watching me.

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