Michael was a twelve-year-old boy who lived in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. He lived with a small family of three, since his father passed away when he was seven. In his middle school, he was in the cryptozoology group. In fact, he was the leader of said group. He and his five friends, Ashley, Ben, Zach, Kayli, and Joshua would meet in the science classroom and discuss different cryptids and urban legendsMichael was a twelve-year-old boy who lived in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. He lived with a small family of three, since his father passed away when he was seven. In his middle school, he was in the cryptozoology group. In fact, he was the leader of said group. He and his five friends, Ashley, Ben, Zach, Kayli, and Joshua would meet in the science classroom and discuss different cryptids and urban legends.
Michael was a twelve-year-old boy who lived in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. He lived with a small family of three, since his father passed away when he was seven. In his middle school, he was in the cryptozoology group. In fact, he was the leader of said group. He and his five friends, Ashley, Ben, Zach, Kayli, and Joshua would meet in the science classroom and discuss different cryptids and urban legendsMichael was a twelve-year-old boy who lived in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. He lived with a small family of three, since his father passed away when he was seven. In his middle school, he was in the cryptozoology group. In fact, he was the leader of said group. He and his five friends, Ashley, Ben, Zach, Kayli, and Joshua would meet in the science classroom and discuss different cryptids and urban legends.
Also know as The Loudest Head
Backroom: It was approximately 12:15 when I entered the Johnson County Community Health Clinic. I was there for an appointment I had set up weeks ago, just a routine checkup. It wasn’t a new place for me; I had been there a couple times before. However, the place had an odd nostalgic feel to it, as if it were a location from my childhood or something, and I could never pinpoint exactly what this feeling was, or where it came from.
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“I have an appointment with Dr. Pebins?” I asked.
“What time?”
“12:30,” I replied.
She began typing something into her keyboard.
“Ah, yes,” she responded. “Gary Johnston?”
“Mhm.”
“Yes, I’ll tell the doctor. Please fill this out.”
*Walking*
”What the hell is That??”
”...”
”What....What you gotta do?”
”REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
*Dies*
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!Danger Gone Wrong!
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