User talk:CreepyEmo666

This is true, it's storied from my Alaska Reservation..

We have only one bike trail, its next to a polluted lake.. Legend foretold (Just wanna sound like a bad ass saying fortold) that by the ending of WW2 a Phychopath went to that lake, with his son, daughter, and his dog. His wife was murdered a couple days before.

The Family went there at night, and the father murdered his children, he dround his son, cut up his daughter, and the dog ran away but got shot by the owner..

Every night, if you go into the bike trail, you will here a little boy and girl crying, and a dog barking. No dogs will go into the bike trail ever, and no one ever goes into the bike trail at night.

There is a couple people who has, i happened to be one of them.

I was with my best friend Tristan, He was tall and my only really strong friends..

I told him this one night that we should ride our bikes in the bike trail, and all we heard was crying  children, me and Tristan got separated so i went to search for him, really shaky and scared. i couldn't find him, so i was going to leave.

When i was about a mile away to leave the Bike trail, i saw two other kids, looked like two boys, hung on a tree by their necks with a dog barking. (i don't know the story about them)

Three minutes later after i tried to ride my bike as fast as i can, i crashed.. when i got up i saw the two kids who were murdered by their father, crying next to the pond.. Like an idiot i didn't leave, i decided to go by them, only to see that the girl had pitch black eyes and a old raggy dress on, while the boy had blood running down his eyes.

I got back on my bike and left. Never told anyone this until now.

That same night, i never saw my friend tristan ever again.CreepyEmo666 (talk) 01:02, August 4, 2013 (UTC)