My mom told me about the stories and friends I always told her about back when I was little.
A Lot of them I don't remember, especially my supposed best friend back from when I was in preschool.
She didn't have a face, she didn't have colour.
Just a glitched, black and white pale girl who wore a grey nightgown that would drag behind her as she circled my bed.
Begging for me to come out from behind my covers.
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Ya I know this one is short, I wasn't given a lot of time so this'll have to do.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of Short stories I've written over time. The majority are Thriller stories, some are sad and a few others are vents, so enjoy the read!
