I jolted from my sleep; traces of fatigue replaced by alarm and dis-ease. The nightmare I had awakened from was still fresh in my mind. I remember the dream being about when I was 16. My family was murdered and I became a Creepypasta like Jeff the Killer. Brushing aside the thoughts of the recent nightmare, I checked the time. 3:33 in the morning, way to early for my liking, therefore I decided to get on Watt pad and create a new story. A more detailed, adventurous, and gut wrenching tale. Unlike the other story I created a year ago.
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Blackheart
HorrorLife sucks and if you are lucky you die. Continue living and you become on of us. In the end it doesn't make a difference. Each path that you take has its pains.
