As a teen you fell in love with creepypasta, it helped you through your horrible home life. You’re almost 18. One night everything changes. You get ready for bed and crawled into your cover. You fall asleep soon. Suddenly you hear screams, you get out of bed and walk downstairs. You see a man in a bloody white hoodie with a knife. You see that he’s packing a body in a bag. He turns his head to you. His icy blue eyes pierced you. “Guess I forget someone.” His raspy voice rings out.