Cacturne's Agenda: Difference between revisions

Created page with "Deathly silent in the sun, I wait for one, a child to stun. When that one comes into sight, I long to follow him all the night. He knows that I am watching, Yet he's clearly botching. He fails to perceive who I really am, I'm a scarecrow, not a plant. He tries to move, but he can't. Packs of me take him away, In my lair, he will stay. His blood, his blood I crave. tonight, he will be my slave. Category:Deletion Log Refugees Category:Bad Creepypasta ..."