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So. I went to a yard sale. I saw a man. Selling what looked like a iPhone. I went up and I smiled. "How much for this iPhone?" I said. The man smiled. "It's only $2.00…" He said. I was pretty suspicious. But, I bought it. I took it home. The menu screen popped up. I saw a message appear. "This is a phone that belongs to a ghost." I thought it was a malfunction. I took it back to a iPhone repair store. They said it was 'fine', which was untrue. So, I went back and I opened the phone again. I got a phone call from an unknown number. I picked up the phone. "Hello?" I whispered. "Hello…" A voice whispered back. "Who are you?" I said. The voice replied…! |
So. Yeah. I went to a yard sale. I saw a man. Selling what looked like a iPhone. I went up and I smiled. "How much for this iPhone?" I said. The man smiled. "It's only $2.00…" He said. I was pretty suspicious. But, I bought it. I took it home. The menu screen popped up. I saw a message appear. "This is a phone that belongs to a ghost." I thought it was a malfunction. I took it back to a iPhone repair store. They said it was 'fine', which was untrue. So, I went back and I opened the phone again. I got a phone call from an unknown number. I picked up the phone. "Hello?" I whispered. "Hello…" A voice whispered back. "Who are you?" I said. The voice replied…! |
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"Destroy it." The voice said. "Destroy what?" I said. "Destroy the phone." The voice said. "But, I just got it!" I said. "Destroy it!" The voice said. I didn't reply. "You are going to pay for this." The voice said. Then, he hung up. My wallpaper seemed, weird. It seemed like a bunch of symbols that looked like they were made out of blood. The blood looked, certainly real. But, I had to be sure. I smuged my screen. I felt the real blood on my finger. "Yep, that's real blood." I said. "Must be a prank." I followed up with. |
"Destroy it." The voice said. "Destroy what?" I said. "Destroy the phone." The voice said. "But, I just got it!" I said. "Destroy it!" The voice said. I didn't reply. "You are going to pay for this." The voice said. Then, he hung up. My wallpaper seemed, weird. It seemed like a bunch of symbols that looked like they were made out of blood. The blood looked, certainly real. But, I had to be sure. I smuged my screen. I felt the real blood on my finger. "Yep, that's real blood." I said. "Must be a prank." I followed up with. |
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The apps were called different things. WhatsApp was called DeadApp. Instagram was called PictureFrightz. Twitter was the scariest name of them all. The name wasn't changed. And it wasn't changed. I looked on YouTube. There were videos of tutorials on how to summon relatives in under one minute. I saw the videos. They were all real. |
The apps were called different things. WhatsApp was called DeadApp. Instagram was called PictureFrightz. Twitter was the scariest name of them all. The name wasn't changed. And it wasn't changed. I looked on YouTube. There were videos of tutorials on how to summon relatives in under one minute. I saw the videos. They were all real. All of them. |
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"People would do anything for views nowadays." I said, shaking my head. It shaked. And shaked. And also shaked. It shaked so much. My vision wasn't blurry, however. Making me think I was invincible to motion sickness. But, I vomited over my jhirt and jorts. |
"People would do anything for views nowadays." I said, shaking my head. It shaked. And shaked. And also shaked. It shaked so much. My vision wasn't blurry, however. Making me think I was invincible to motion sickness. But, I vomited over my jhirt and jorts. So, possibly that is not true. |
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"Aww man, that was my favorite pair!" I said, in anger. Yeah. I. Was. Feeling. Pretty. Much. Like. A. Rabid. Pitbull. On. Its. Way. To. Murder. A. 6. Year. Old. Kid. Called. Bob. Yeah. I pause too much. |
"Aww man, that was my favorite pair!" I said, in anger. Yeah. I. Was. Feeling. Pretty. Much. Like. A. Rabid. Pitbull. On. Its. Way. To. Murder. A. 6. Year. Old. Kid. Called. Bob. Yeah. I pause too much. |