Look, I don't care if you believe me or not this is true, okay? Now if anyone wonders about why I don't live with my parents it's because my father and I got into an argument that turned into a fist fight and Ashley and I were told to get out. Oh, and by the way, I don't drink anymore.
Now I'm living with a family friend, his name is Johnny, and his wife and 2 year old daughter. He recently bought a house that was abandoned. I don't know much about the place except it was built in the early nineteen hundreds. We've been living here for about a month now and a week after we moved in we started noticing things.
One day while I was helping Johnny build a fence Johnny dug up a hand made doll. It looked old, it had a sewn on mouth and what looked like used to be a little black dress. We figured it was nothing and threw it away. That night when I went to bed I set my wallet down on the night stand, went to the bathroom and when I came back it was gone. I figured Ashley was trying to be funny so I found her watching TV with Johnny's wife Amanda. I asked for my wallet back, she said she didn't have it so I asked Amanda if Ashley had left the room since I went to bed. Amanda told me Ashley stayed put the whole time. So I went back to our room to see if I had knocked it off by chance and when I entered the room I saw my wallet on the nightstand. I thought that was weird but ignored it.
Now a few days after that Johnny and I noticed his daughter Dorthy had been waking up at 4:36 every night for the past few days so, we got curious and installed a camera in her room. After a while of staring at the monitor we thought we were complete morons but then the door to Dorthy's room opened and this black cloaked figure walked over to Dorthy's crib and started calling her name. When she woke up the figure dashed out the room. We were shocked. Then the next morning we showed everyone the tape they were surprised also.
That night as I was getting home from work I saw a little blonde haired girl standing outside my bedroom window. I called her, she looked at me and took off. I chased her to the back of the house. When I rounded the corner she was gone. I looked for a while but couldn't find a trace of her.
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I think perhaps you misunderstood me. It isn't that they got published that saddens me, it's the fabricating part. What a sad, dreary life one must lead, if they feel they need to lie for attention. There's lot's of sites that cater to fiction. But yes, the comment section can be very entertaining. (The Zozo ones I've read during my wanderings. I'll need to look up the others. I could use a good laugh.) Thanks for the heads up! 😊