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The place still was in the exact same condition it was before i left
The air was the same, and it didn't smell nice
And there was dust EVERYWHERE.
I covered my mouth with my hand and quickly ran to a window, opening it aswell
As the dust quickly flew in the air, I waved my hand around and coughed into my other one
That dick didn't even fix my door.
"What a cock sucke-"
I felt some sort of pressure on my shoulders
I turned to see and it was him.
"So, I'm a what?"
He tilted his head and asked in a more playful way
"You're a homosexual cock sucker"
He pulled his knife up to my neck
"Ah, so I'm a homosexual now?" In a more stern tone
"I have a better question– why the fuck do you always put your hands on my shoulders??"
I have very good questions.
"I just do," I could sense his stupid smirk.
I flipped him off and went up into my bedroom, which was in the attic
My house has a really weird set up
Maybe that's because Ghostface is a creepy gay gay stalker.
Maybe it's his fault, I don't know
I just get a weird feeling that he's somebody I know
That's probably how he got my address and shit, he seems to be a little coo coo in the head.
He followed me up like an annoying child
"Dude what the fuck do you want??" I played with my fingers as I sat on my bed
"Who pissed in your coffee today–??"
I think he was trying to joke around
"Probably you," I smirked and matched his energy