Random guy creeping in the corner's POV.
"Did you or did you not have a-" Karen began slowly, looking for the right things to ask her so called 'Father'. I was disgusted by this.
Crouching outside in the front lawn, I was, peering down from the cracked and rusty red paint, spying on my beloved and them.
The nasty wooden board replied, making her smile. Some time after, her mother said some inaudible words and they hugged. Soon after, they happily started chatting with each other.
And I saw her. My beloved love. Talking with that nasty, ugly, stupid, pathetic man. Smiling with glee and happiness.
Only I could make her smile, and only I will make her have any emotion at all. She belongs to me, and not that disgusting, pathetic 'family' of hers.
And even though she never met me, I will make sure she is mine,
and only,
Mine.
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Truth or Dare Started it All
Horror15 year old Karen Skye and Lydia Allen were Dared by their friends to Search a deserted house for a valued knife. But what they didn't know was that an INSANE (Don't worry about my mental health problems) killer was trapped in the same very place...
