How May I Help You: The Beginning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
The beginning of the curse. It will help you understand the reason she was killed, and will show that there was no "mindless killing" in my last story. This is a must read. (PG/PG-13 rating).

Submitted: October 20, 2011

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Submitted: October 20, 2011

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I woke up, and it was my fifth birthday. My parents ran into my bedroom, with a beautiful cake, and a nicely rapped gift. I opened the gift, and it was a sweet baby book, about a kangaroo, loving her baby child. I read it all day long, and brought it to my family dinner. I read it out loud to all of them, not making any sense, I still had my cute baby lisp. My family smiled and laughed as they video taped me sounding like an idiot. My favorite part about that book was the warmth it brought me, the warmth I didn't have. I came to finding out this was prepackaged, fake love. Well, I only got one night with that book. And one night only. As I lay in bed, I could hear a sharp pitter patter. I heard this every night, so I was almost used to it. It would have been abnormal not to hear that noise. But as it came closer, as it did every night, I could feel my heart start to pound. Then my back started to sweat, as thought it was at my bed. And then, the book slid from my arm, flew in the air, and was cut right in half. Then as I couldn't breath, I felt something cradle my face. Then I heard the sharp pitter patter, as I heard every night.

I'm thirteen now, and I'm sleeping at this boys house tonight. I can't stand my house. It's cursed. Now, what was this boys name again? Oh yes, Ryley. He is super cute. I'm gonna do it with him tonight. I know it. I will go home with him, go out and party a little together, then come back to his place, and hide in his closet for a little until his mom is asleep. Then all yummy will break loose. 

As we lay down, I see something in the closet. I get up and leave, without a word. And then I knew all was over for that boy.


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