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This story is told from a 3rd person point of view. It is a horror story. It is FICTION. |
| There are knives raining in the cemetery... But you were standing there... caught in the sadistic storm... One knife struck... You fall... Another knife... You can get up... But you're still alive... She's standing there, laughing at your pain... Another knife... You can't move... She goes to a random grave and lights it on fire... You're screaming in pain... Soaked in your own blood.. Another knife... You're dying... Slowly, she wants you alive... She walks to another grave... Lights it... You look to the last one she lit... Nothing.. But a hole You stare in confusion... You see a knife coming right towards your face... You're watching it... Hoping you'll die... It burns up in flames... You scream.. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!? she has already lit four more graves.. The fires are spreading now... Leaving a hole in the trail... All graves disappear... Everywhere you look... Nothing... Wait, there she is... What's she doing..? She's standing there... No.... She's floating... You notice her... She's wearing a red dress... She's a little girl... You've seen her before... You know who she is now... You scream... I'M SORRY!!!! over and over again... The knives have stopes falling... Then you see it... Floating above you... Your grave... "In loving memory name DIE CREATUR" She hates you... The grave falls right above your head... She speaks... Her voice like nails in your ears... "You shouldn't have hurt me... I promised I'd get you back... I ALWAYS keep my promises.." She disappears... And then she's there... Right in front if you... She has a match... She lights your feet in fire... She pulls out a knife... You're screaming in pain... She's laughing... She throws th knife... More pain screams through your whole body... It's raining again... But not knives... Blood... You realize you're no linger soaked... It's YOUR blood... You're choking... On blood... You're legs are basically gone... The fire at your ribs... As it rains it flickers out... You're in a box... She's gone... Blood is filling the box fast... You can hear her laugh... She speaks... "I told you... And bow it's your turn... DIE!!!!!!" you're drowning... In your own blood.. Darkness... You're dead... Even still... Her laugh remains... It was all your fault... You could have stopped this... But you FAILED!!!! |
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