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This is a true story. Its Paranormal and scared me when it actually happened


Submitted:Jun 17, 2012    Reads: 36    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


The Black Mass

it just stood there

with it's wings spread out like a peacock.

holding a knife, soaked in blood.

My blood.

He killed me,

like i was an ant.

Cutting my stomach open,

snapping my ribs like a pen.

he grabbed my heart and squeezed.

i didnt scream, i couldn't

he sewed my mouth together.

i couldnt see,

he grabbed my eyes with tweesers and pulled them out.

after all this torture, he got his knife,

and slashed at my heart.

I woke up from this terrible dream.

only to see, that the Black Mass was standing,

at the foot of my bed.





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