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Sighing and wondering why you were going to this party. Oh yes! Because your good friend Oliver begged you to come. It was a halloween party at school and everyone was coming, even you. At first you wanted to dress in something scary, but Oliver bought you a costume. It was an Alice in Wonderland dress. You wanted to refuse, but knowing your over happy friend, he was more likely to cry for refusing his gift. You loved him, more than a friend and the thought of you two together as a couple made your heart flutter. “I don’t understand what you see in the, cupcake freak.” Al told you as you walked with him and his brother to t

Well, you wanted to know who the killer of your friend is right? Right now you were face to face with the killer. Bloodshot red eyes, tanned skin, dark brown hair and a baseball bat full of nails, that's your future killer. He was on top of you with an evil smirk that made you shiver in fear and rage. Fear, because you were afraid of what twisted things were running inside of his mind and rage, because he killed your friends, your only friends. You glared at him, trying to hide the fear that was running inside your veins. "Now, now...I don't think you are in an fuckin' position to look at me like that, [Name]~" he said in your ear with a gro

As time was running, you were wondering if escape was a choice. Every day he was cheeking you out, like you were some kind of entertaiment. He would give you some food just so you can live. He didn't wanted to kill you, you could tell. All he wanted was to drive you to the point of madness, to get ride of your sanity and pull you into the new word of insanity. You tried your best to stay sane, not like it was easy. You were most of the time alone. Alfred was always somewhere, God knows doing what sick and insane shit. You didn't knew how many days passed by, it was hard to tell, because you were in a basement and with no windows. You wanted

You sighed and groaned, trying to calm your nerves down. Your parents decided to send you outside more, how they would call it. It wasn't that you were anti-social or anything. You were just shy and nervous when talking to new people. Sometimes when new people came in town you tried to be friendly and nice, but they brushed you aside or send you dirty looks when you crossed their views. Right now your parents were sending you to some little camp with some other teenagers, hoping you would open up more, but that was just impossible, even if you wanted. It was nighttime and you began to pack full month of stuff. You knew this following month w