TAPES. [bnha/creepypasta]

Tape III

"But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needs it most?" -Mark Twain

A girl was sitting on a black and red throne, her head down. Blood could be seen on her pure white dress, hands and some coming down from her forehead. Fire surrounding her.

Two three headed dogs sitting there, one on the left, the other on the right.

Her arms laid lifelessly on the armrest.

The girl looked up, her H/C hair all messy, pure black eyes could be shown.

Then, static.

The static cleared up, now showing a little girl playing with dolls.

For a second, the dolls were bloody, the girls dress was bloody, the dolls had no heads, the walls were bloody.

But it only showed for a second.

The girl could now be seen, her E/C and Red eyes looking up at someone behind the camera. The girl held a blank face.

The girl opened her mouth to say something, but instead she choked out blood. She held her neck with wide eyes.

It went to static again.

The tape ends there.