I Don’t Want to Rest in Pieces like Final Destination

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT. Faint hearted do not proceed. I have a story to tell. It's a story about.. One fine night, just another...

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT.

Faint hearted do not proceed.

I have a story to tell.

It's a story about..


One fine night, just another night like any other, I was peacefully lazing around in my room as usual.

That was when I heard it.. creepy footsteps right outside my door. That got me uncomfortable, that kind of eerie footsteps would make anyone uneasy.


I ignored it, hoping it would be gone soon. But it wouldn't leave.

All of a sudden, I heard the sound of my doorknob being opened. That really sent chills up my spine.


I hid under my blanket, not wanting to face whatever's coming. The footsteps got even louder. I can hear it approaching me.

So I gathered up all my courage and took a peep through a hole in my blanket. What I saw.. was just. Horrifying. Horrifying isn't even the word to describe it.

Slowly.. I opened my eyes one more time, and yes, it was still there.


Standing right in front of me.

From the top of my lungs, I screamed. I screamed and screamed until I couldn't scream no more. This was how I look like before I eventually fainted.


What I didn't realize was, that was actually my mom coming in to borrow my hairclip.


End.


(All contents are strictly fiction and all pictures are original. They're all images of myself. Yes even the ghost one, I can be real scary at times. If you ever try to piss me off, that is what you'll see when I come looking for you.)


Teehee! :D

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