Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26981815-20151014040429/@comment-26981815-20151014063322

Well, I've written this, what do you think of it? Do you think it's a good way to finish the creepypasta? Or d'you think it's kind of a kill off?

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The police came in a few minutes later. They asked us questions, we explained everything. They said maybe Tobias was just playing a joke on us, and would shortly come back home.

But I wasn’t reassured; Tobias is not that way. It’s not like him to make such a joke. After two and a half hours, our son still hadn’t turned up, and the policemen asked us to evacuate the building, as it was now a crime scene. We went to a hotel and slept there. I was still in shock of what I had read; Jessica’s face was a tone of sickly red, and her eyes were soaking wet.

Six months passed, Tobias was nowhere to be found, and we’ve given up all hope. I’m writing this, as an explanation of why we are committing suicide. We can’t live like this, without our only son. It’s 8:30pm, we’ve already taken 6 different types of heavy medicines. We shouldn’t last long.

I’m sorry we never got to see Tobias again… He was such a good son… And he…

Wait. I saw some movement in the living room (we’re in our bedroom). What could it be, we’re alone.

''Oh my God. ''It’s a girl. She’s pallid, with hair as dark as the black sky out of the windows. And her eyes… Her pupils are red, while the sclera, it was as black as her hair. She’s grinning at me. And on her hand…

She’s holding a head, by the hair. The decapitated head of a boy who died crying. The decapitated head of Tobias.

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