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body shielding my 10-year old brother unsuccessfully. Even from my spot on the
stairs, I could see his small, blood-covered hand poking out limply from
underneath my pale
The bile churned in my stomach as their killers, a boy
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vision focused. The girl, around sixteen, had brown hair and one green eye. A
clock face took the place of where the other eye should have been, and a smile
was stitched into the
older than thirteen, was much worse. His skin was paper white and his eyes were
ringed in black. Even as the girl kissed him deeply, he
realized that he had no eyelids to speak of, nor a nose. His mouth was mutilated
into a wide smile, but neither that nor his lack of eyelids failed to stop his
kissing. Their knives were placed on the coffee table in front of the couch.
They
I backed up a step, holding in my breath. These
tongues into each
million times before.
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They started talking.
praised her.
hear the grin without even needing to see her. My fingers curled around the handle
of the softball bat. How fucking dare she? I bet she thought she was really
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like they fucking owned the place.
I came upon
with paper white skin noticed me far too late to warn her. The steel bat crashed
down on the
slumped over, rolling onto the floor as the boy reached for the knife. I kicked
the coffee table away and it slid across the floor until it hit the wall. He
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the room as he fell as well, knocked out.
I turned back to
breathing shallowly, her one eye-half glazed over in pain. She was awake. Good.
Good. I wanted her to be. I swung the bat again, screaming and bringing it down
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''Again.''
''Again.''
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''Again.''
each blow.
What did they do, what did they do!? HE WAS ONLY TEN! HE WAS FUCKING'' TEN''!
vision, the image of her skull transforming into a red and brown mess of hair
and blood as I wept.
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cheeks and I heaved again, weeping as my gaze fixed itself on my work.
My head jerked up so fast it dizzied me. It was the
boy. He shakily rose to his feet and his unblinking eyes looked down at what
used to be
was up, huh?
expecting me to high five him? For what?! I just murdered her!
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brains in too, but the adrenaline was wearing off and I felt so tired.
worry, though!
Creepypasta!
I wanted to ask him what the fuck that was supposed to
mean, but my lips
shutting my eyes as I felt the world spinning. I reopened my eyes just in time
to see him shutting the front door behind him, leaving me to my own devices.
I let the steel bat clatter at my feet, falling to the
floor and landing in the expanding pool of blood created by
One thought stuck out in my mind more than any other.
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What the hell was a Creepypasta, and why did it sound
so stupid?
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