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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…!
"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.
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.
"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.
"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.
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