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ramen-naruto:

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THE VOICES
I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 
I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.
At first it’s soft.
"Please help me."
I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.
“PLEASE. PLEASE.”
It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.
“COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.”
I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.
“PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”
I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.
"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."
My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. She says:
"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late but I’m hearing the voices again."
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Holy plot twist

Dude that gave me goosebumps!

visualeyesed:

ramen-naruto:

sixpenceee:

THE VOICES

I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 

I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.

At first it’s soft.

"Please help me."

I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.

PLEASE. PLEASE.

It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.

COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.

I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.

PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”

I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.

"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."

My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. She says:

"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late but I’m hearing the voices again."

You may also like: THE BOY WHO LOVED TO READ & THE GIRL IN THE PHOTOGRAPH

Holy plot twist

Dude that gave me goosebumps!

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steambot-timelord:

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eileenthequeen:

eileenthequeen:

So apparently in my sister’s class, there was a trans girl that had been on the cheerleading squad for a while. When she came out, the other girls on the squad made the agreement that whatever boy made fun of her would never get a date. And if you think that’s not the most metal girl alliance ever, you can sit down.

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Girls protecting girls.

GIRLS PROTECTING GIRLS