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ScariestStories said:
50 years ago, there was a young boy. He was about 10, hoặc 12 years old. One day, I was in my bedroom, listening to some music. But I then heard a tap, tap, tapping, at my window. I got up, and lifted up the curtain. I saw the boy there, and asked him why he was throwing rocks at my window. He answered, "Mommy? Why did bạn leave me there? Why did bạn leave me all the way in Tokyo?" "What? I'm not your mom..." I answered. "Yes bạn are." He nodded. I looked at him one thêm time, and then turned around. I started breathing heavily. It felt as if something was arising through my chest. I rushed into the bathroom, and took a knife. I started cutting through my chest. "Auggh!!!" I didn't know what I was doing. It seemed as if that little boy was controlling me. I fell instantly to the floor, and woke up in a coffin. I banged on it several times. It opened up. Dirt started toppling on hàng đầu, đầu trang of me, and then I died. My name is Zoey. And I am a ghost. And I know, will stalk you, until I find your weakness.
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