I came from my boyfriends funeral. Devasted like anything I took my lighter rolled the joints and started smoking. After and hour I felt a sleep. As I woke up my dead boyfriend sitting in front of me watching angrily.
"Baby I was sad"
Am I high? Or he is actually thier?
I thought and went in the wahroom to get freshen up. The wall of my washroom was scribbled "you aint high" by my lipstick.
"I wont leave you even if i die", his words was sweet but now it creeps me out.
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HorrorHorror stories have a bunch of small horror stories some are "CREEPY STORIES" and some are not.
