Literature
Frere Jacques - Creppypasta
It's the second November, a very windy day at the Baltic Sea.
Me and my little sister Diana were on the way back home.
We were wandering through the street with our heads, directed to the ground. While we were wandering we heard many voices around us.
She tried to hold my hand as always... She was afraid of the people who stared at us from a pretty low distance.
Well, Diana and me were the great topic to speak about in our village. Specially 'cause of our father.
He was an alcoholic since the birth of my little sister, 'cause of that we've lost everything... Our mother, our possessions and our honor as well. We were helpless everytime, handed
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