Hi, hello!

I've got nothing to say here except that the probability of me attempting to write a story is pretty low. I only came here to read.

But since you're here, I might as well tell you a bit about myself.







Actually. Never mind. Since I forgot to press 'Ok' the last time I wrote something here and lost everything I wrote. You can just read the tag books instead. Sorry (not sorry).



This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her alive. The murderer chanted 'Toma Sota balcu' as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night, she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in you profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia