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Hi this is the beginning of my creepypasta the fright of trumpten. I am beginning with this writing so if this is not very good pls tell me. otherwise I really hope you guys enjoy this

One day in the late year of 1890 there was a man called Arthur Hallocks. He was walking in the glimmering cold of the snowy icey tundra. There was now houses or sight of civilization anywhere sounding him. The amount of cold was beginning to get to him. He knew he could not last out in the cold for longer. Then he saw a Black grim mansion. The building was abandoned and there were wooden boards marked across the windows. The walls were filled with cobwebs and spiders. As he went closer a horrific sight was witnessed. On the main gate a severed skull was positioned between the spikes of the gate. Arthur scared looked at the skull and underneath it he saw a letter. The letter said," You can run and you can hide but you can never escape the terrors of the trumpten. Here is were the devil plays with his murderous hands, were children's nightmares come to life, were the monsters of hell spark evil in your hearts, beware the trumpton if you value your life and sanity you will not enter the house as the horrible terrors that lie within are too terrible for any man to contemplate. Arthur was a little shocked but do to the cold he had no choice but to enter. So he opened the gate and the rusting of it was heard. As he entered a voice said, " You think your safe welcome to nightmares". Arthur was shocked as he couldn't hear where it came from so he walked to the door of the trumpten and entered the house.

Thank you so much for reading if you enjoyed this then I will add a second part to the series otherwise cheers and thank you for reading

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Manglytyg 