It was a cold winter day I was walking through the forest and I heard screaming. I looked around but nothing was there I just kept walking suddenly I felt dizzy I tried to keep my balance but fell over I looked up and I saw a small toy next to me I ran away from that place I ran to my house and locked the door
The next morning I was sitting in bed I was about to brush my teeth but I looked in the mirror and I saw a lot of scars on my face
I was running to my parents room but they weren’t there
I opened the door and saw two dead bodies on the floor
I fell back and screamed suddenly something stabbed me in the back it was a needle
It was in my hand though
Did I just stab myself
I remember a few days before there death my mom and dad were arguing they would have killed each other I felt like killing myself
I felt madness going through my veins I didn’t fell like the sporty girl that I used to be but know I feel like a mad person
I was walking in the forest because I was trying to run away (or at least see if slenderman would take me) but I had to go back
CURRENT DAY
today the police are seeing who did this they could tell it was a murder but they don’t think it’s possible for them to kill each other
Cop: we’ll we have the fingerprints and it says that it’s you
Me: how is that possible I was asleep the whole time
I was crying
Cop: I’m afraid that you’ll have to go to a mental hospital
Me: this isn’t fair it wasn’t me
Again I felt rage and madness I suddenly grabbed a kind and stabbed the cop they all had there guns to me I had about three knifes and I threw them all at them
While I was running away from all the dead bodies I tripped over a rock and cut myself
As I was running I saw a note on a tree I just kept running I stabbed every live thing I saw I kept a smile in my face the whole time
Eventually I got tired and at down there was a lot of blood on my hands this madness in my head wasn’t going to stop I was a monster people feared me I have dolls of everyone including you
And everywhere I go there will be blood
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