In the deep dark woods lies a house. A cottage house that only has one inhabitant. The one inhabitant onle has one visitor every month.
It was wintertime when that one visitor made his last visit.
Sherman E. Collins was his name and snooping was his name. The bald, chubby man knocked on the rotted wood. He waited for a good 2 منٹ but nothing happened. When he was just about to knock again, the door creaked open. He shrugged it off. It was a common thing in these abandon houses.
Clutching his clipboard, he made his wasy into the house. The shattered windows, yellowing photos, and missing floor boards had little effect on a snooping mastermind like Sherman.
"Hmm, this property is the perfect place for a hotel," he said. "If only I could find out who lives here."
The little tapping of footsteps distracted Mr. Collin from his thoughts. With a quick reaction time, he was already up the stairs to the سیکنڈ floor. He heard girlish squeals and squeaks.
Before he could process it, a small girl with pale blonde hair and pale white skin stood there in front of him.
"Do آپ live here?" Sherman asked the little girl. She nodded her head. "Where are your parents?"
The girl ran away screaming in a pretend-scared way. "Wait! Come back!" Sherman dashed after the screaming, giggling girl. She led him all hte way to the basement. "Where are your parents?" Sherman banged his fist on the rotted wood of the basement. A few pictures fell and shattered to the ground.
A wooden door was lying on the ground. She grabbede the handle and opened the door and walked down a set of stairs. Sherman didnt know what to make of this odd girl but he reluctantly followed.
When he found her, she was stroking a dress on a skeleton. This odd image confused him but didn't surprise this experienced detective.
"This dent in her head was when my father gotten mad and used his axe on her." The little girl pointed to a fairly large dent in the woman skeleton's head.
It was dark in the tine room. Sherman could see the faint glow radiating from the little girl. Wherever he was the floors were strangely stickly. Years of mold, mew dew, and dust was what Sherman thought.
"This is my father." The girl pointed farther back to another skeleton against the wall. This time, the glow was coming from the moon. He assumed that was why the girl was glowing. "My father was hung right اگلے to my mother last Christmas."
"So آپ live here all alone?" He jotted down a few worries on his clipboard. This house was not fit for a girl her age and size. She nodded in reply. "Well, I deem this house unfit for you. آپ must come with me."
"I can't," she whispered.
"Why not?"
"I'm a curse."
"Don't be ridiculous." Sherman said. "Come with me now." He reached for her hand but only felt a wave of cold air.
:You obviously don't realize where آپ are standing." A blinding light surrounded the room. The girl was no where to be seen but the room was finally lit. Sherman could see everything even the puddle of blood oozing from him. He even felt the blood filling up his faux فر, سمور bopots.
Sherman E. Collins has seen a lot of spooky abandon houses but this, سے طرف کی far, is the spookiest.
As he lost مزید and مزید blood, the only thought in his mind was the reassuring notion that this was all a dream. Sadly, as Sherman fainted in his own blood, he say the pale blonde girl turn from a girl to a woman to a skeleton. It was the last thing he saw before his face was drenced in blood.
The End
It was wintertime when that one visitor made his last visit.
Sherman E. Collins was his name and snooping was his name. The bald, chubby man knocked on the rotted wood. He waited for a good 2 منٹ but nothing happened. When he was just about to knock again, the door creaked open. He shrugged it off. It was a common thing in these abandon houses.
Clutching his clipboard, he made his wasy into the house. The shattered windows, yellowing photos, and missing floor boards had little effect on a snooping mastermind like Sherman.
"Hmm, this property is the perfect place for a hotel," he said. "If only I could find out who lives here."
The little tapping of footsteps distracted Mr. Collin from his thoughts. With a quick reaction time, he was already up the stairs to the سیکنڈ floor. He heard girlish squeals and squeaks.
Before he could process it, a small girl with pale blonde hair and pale white skin stood there in front of him.
"Do آپ live here?" Sherman asked the little girl. She nodded her head. "Where are your parents?"
The girl ran away screaming in a pretend-scared way. "Wait! Come back!" Sherman dashed after the screaming, giggling girl. She led him all hte way to the basement. "Where are your parents?" Sherman banged his fist on the rotted wood of the basement. A few pictures fell and shattered to the ground.
A wooden door was lying on the ground. She grabbede the handle and opened the door and walked down a set of stairs. Sherman didnt know what to make of this odd girl but he reluctantly followed.
When he found her, she was stroking a dress on a skeleton. This odd image confused him but didn't surprise this experienced detective.
"This dent in her head was when my father gotten mad and used his axe on her." The little girl pointed to a fairly large dent in the woman skeleton's head.
It was dark in the tine room. Sherman could see the faint glow radiating from the little girl. Wherever he was the floors were strangely stickly. Years of mold, mew dew, and dust was what Sherman thought.
"This is my father." The girl pointed farther back to another skeleton against the wall. This time, the glow was coming from the moon. He assumed that was why the girl was glowing. "My father was hung right اگلے to my mother last Christmas."
"So آپ live here all alone?" He jotted down a few worries on his clipboard. This house was not fit for a girl her age and size. She nodded in reply. "Well, I deem this house unfit for you. آپ must come with me."
"I can't," she whispered.
"Why not?"
"I'm a curse."
"Don't be ridiculous." Sherman said. "Come with me now." He reached for her hand but only felt a wave of cold air.
:You obviously don't realize where آپ are standing." A blinding light surrounded the room. The girl was no where to be seen but the room was finally lit. Sherman could see everything even the puddle of blood oozing from him. He even felt the blood filling up his faux فر, سمور bopots.
Sherman E. Collins has seen a lot of spooky abandon houses but this, سے طرف کی far, is the spookiest.
As he lost مزید and مزید blood, the only thought in his mind was the reassuring notion that this was all a dream. Sadly, as Sherman fainted in his own blood, he say the pale blonde girl turn from a girl to a woman to a skeleton. It was the last thing he saw before his face was drenced in blood.
The End
but now its over
and i am not going back
had my دل broken
had my dreams blown away
it only took آپ a second
to rearrange my whole day
I use to know you
but now its over
and i see that now
آپ blew me away
far from here
and i couldnt make it back
but i bet آپ knew that
I use to know
someone like you
he was friendly
but i left him behind
in the rain
in the cold
where i couldnt see him
i hope you're different
it would help
if آپ werent exactly like him
nice to know you
but i must go
and protect my soul
how nice of آپ to stop by
but please go ہوم now
I use to know you
but now im long gone
and it feels great'
to leave that burden behind
i wont see آپ again
i wont be there when آپ fall
just know that i
wont pick آپ up again
Thursday
Kyle is the worst boyfriend ever! The party ended with me in a coma. Apparently there was alcohol in my drink. I had an overdose and it almost killed me. Kyle swears he didn't do it. I want to believe him. I really want to. I know Kyle had done it because I know saw him poor something in there. At first I thought it was water یا something to make it sweeter. It wasn't water. I couldn't go to school today because they were pumping the alcohol out of my system یا something. I'm not entirely sure what happened. All I know is that for a couple if منٹ I was pronounced dead. My heartbeat soon started thumping again but I was in a coma. My parents were so worried. I thought for sure they would be dead from shock. Kyle is banned from coming near me. My dad implied that rule. My mom kept crying whenever she talked to me. All she could manage to get out of her mouth besides whimpers were muffled words. I don't think I'll be seeing Kyle for a while now.
Kyle is the worst boyfriend ever! The party ended with me in a coma. Apparently there was alcohol in my drink. I had an overdose and it almost killed me. Kyle swears he didn't do it. I want to believe him. I really want to. I know Kyle had done it because I know saw him poor something in there. At first I thought it was water یا something to make it sweeter. It wasn't water. I couldn't go to school today because they were pumping the alcohol out of my system یا something. I'm not entirely sure what happened. All I know is that for a couple if منٹ I was pronounced dead. My heartbeat soon started thumping again but I was in a coma. My parents were so worried. I thought for sure they would be dead from shock. Kyle is banned from coming near me. My dad implied that rule. My mom kept crying whenever she talked to me. All she could manage to get out of her mouth besides whimpers were muffled words. I don't think I'll be seeing Kyle for a while now.
What a change Such a dramatic change
Once I was small and ignored
Now I'm called when their bored
یا looking for a friend
To talk to till the end I use to be invisible
Now I feel invincible
They can't hurt me
Look at what I can be
This is new
Something almost true
That great feeling
Was somewhat appealing
But soon disappeared
Whenever I neared
Now I am small
No longer tall
Completely ignored
Always bored
It happened so fast Invisible in the past
Then became invincible
And immediately back to invisible
It changes everyday I don't know what to say
Maybe it won't stay the same
I'll be forever lame
Once I was small and ignored
Now I'm called when their bored
یا looking for a friend
To talk to till the end I use to be invisible
Now I feel invincible
They can't hurt me
Look at what I can be
This is new
Something almost true
That great feeling
Was somewhat appealing
But soon disappeared
Whenever I neared
Now I am small
No longer tall
Completely ignored
Always bored
It happened so fast Invisible in the past
Then became invincible
And immediately back to invisible
It changes everyday I don't know what to say
Maybe it won't stay the same
I'll be forever lame