Vîlláîn Ðēkū

Hey. This is my account, uh I guess you should know a few things.

One, call me L/Liu. (Male pronouns please for the love of all hell, or they/them/it/its) 

Two, I'll say I'm Pan.

Three, I guess I'll just say that I really don't care what you think of me because at the end of the day I don't know you and you don't know me.

I'll write stories but it's mostly villain stories on here or depressed ones.

I write horror, rarely, but I might. 

Just know, you might not want to read my horror at night, or the rest of my description. You might not like what you read. You have been warned.

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I'm the things you hear in your walls at night.
I'm the one who gives you that fright.
Even if you do not believe,
Or you think it's someone else,
Watch your back- 
Unless you wish to live a life 
That is oh so filled with strife
Run from the demon that walks your halls 
Before you see any blood on the walls.

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There was a crooked man
Who walked a crooked mile
He found a crooked sixpence
Upon a crooked stile
He got a crooked cat
Who caught a crooked mouse 
And they all lived together
In a crooked little house.
But the crooked man was sad
And once he had a thought.
Why should I be crooked,
When others, they are not?
Everything was worthless
He heaved a great big sigh.
He went and found a rope
And tied it to the sky.
He stood upon a chair
His eyes were blank and dead
And without another thought
He went and hung his head
Now the story's not yet over,
For this tale is mythed and old
Go hide under the cover....
There's something not yet told.
There was a crooked man
Who had a crooked smile
And if you've lived this life,
He'll send you through a trial.
He lives for your torment,
Makes it full of strife.
And he will not be content,
Until you take your life.

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