Sound.mp3 (Creepypasta)It's been a while since my move to a new city, what one does to do everything for his job. Nevertheless, it was rather scary and weird here, but it wasn't the area but it were the residents. Every morning when I go to work, I glance at the looks of the neighbors. Those looks which were filled with hate and insecurity. I didn’t think much about it and I tried to ignore them.Sound.mp3 (Creepypasta) by anxiousChemist
This evening as I came back from work, I saw that a note hung on my door. Slowly I moved to the door and ripped the note from it. I looked at the note. “Scat!” stood on the note. With the thought that someone was just a joke, I balled it up and threw it away.
“HE is still here…” said a strange voice. My breath stopped for a second and I turned around. I saw a old lady standing next to my car.
“Who is…He?” I asked hesitantly, looking suspiciously to the lady.
“The one who had killed the family which lived here before.” she replied and slo
I'm leaving this ID here for only a little while longer and I'm laughing because I stare at the improvement between the Purple art to the left and then this. #suchgalleryreperesent|
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