Sometimes at night, when I've laid down to go to sleep, I worry that if I open my eyes or turn my head, I'll see a dead girl who is staring at me as she stands in my doorway or sits below the end of my bed, peeking just her head over it. I also worry that if I see one, she'll be carrying a syringe. Syringes make me pale and nervous enough to faint.
I was sure to type this after I had been to bed.


 
			
			 
					
				 
			 
 
					
				 
					
					
					
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				 Originally Posted by Marshall banana
 Originally Posted by Marshall banana
					
 Silly imaginations.
 Silly imaginations.
						 Wat
 Wat is
 is going
 going on
 on wtf
 wtf rawr
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