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My Friend, The Baker. Creepypasta By: DemonL

My name is Nathan. I work at the local bakery near Abbott. I had a friend who worked at the bakery who I have been close friends with for a long period of my life. But, he is not normal like anyone else you see. He was a very quiet person who did'nt like to be in public. But the main thing is, he loves puppets. I mean LOVES them. But I never trusted the source of where he got them. He said he got them from a man at a bus stop for $5.00 each. The man never showed his face and he wore a large trench coat. Whenever he got a new one he would show me and i would feel something inside. Like i knew the person. But i never thought too much of it. That was intil one week when he didnt come to work 3 days in a row. That was suprising seeing how he loved his job. So I decided to go to his house to check on him, see if he's alright. So i did. It was when I got there i noticed he wasn't there. But there was something strange. Remember how he always showed me his puppets? Well there was a new one. A baker.