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I know what you're thinking: "A story about me, so cliché" but no it's not about you, just about You. not you as in the person who's reading or listening to this, but just about You.
 
I know what you're thinking: "A story about me, so cliché" but no it's not about you, just about You. not you as in the person who's reading or listening to this, but just about You.
You was a little boy and liked to collect sticks that looked scary in any way. One day he found a gigantic stick with a scary face on it next to a big stone covered with leaves and vines, so You picked the stick up and brought it home, You knew thats his parents didn't want a stick in the house so he sneaked into his room and put it under the bed. That night You didn't get much sleep, he heard noises that sounded like... whispers.
 
That morning You woke up with a cut in his left leg and he was sure he didn't have it yesterday, but You didn't remember anything from last night so he thought he had cut himself with the branch. The following night the same thing happened, but the whispers were louder but still not loud enough to hear what they were saying, and when You woke up he had a cut at his right leg.
 
   
 
You was a little boy and liked to collect sticks that looked scary in any way. One day he found a gigantic stick with a scary face on it next to a big stone covered with leaves and vines, so You picked the stick up and brought it home,
You had the idea to place a camera so he could see what happened. The following morning You wanted to check out the footage of last night, but there was no footage to be seen. You asked his parents if they turned of the camera and deleted the footage but they said they didn't even know that he took a camera to his room. That night You wanted to stay up to see what happened at night.
 
   
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You knew thats his parents didn't want a stick in the house so he sneaked into his room and put it under the bed. That night You didn't get much sleep, he heard noises that sounded like... whispers. 
23:57 : a fog spread across the room, 23:58 : the whispering starts, 23:59 a sound of squeaking can be heard. at 00:00 something came out of under the bed, it was the stick, but it had arms and legs and rotten skin all over it, the smell of rotten eggs spread across the room. bones could be seen and his head looked like that of an little boy. blood seeped all over his body and he had a big cut in his... no not his, its head.
 
   
 
That morning You woke up with a cut in his left leg and he was sure he didn't have it yesterday, but You didn't remember anything from last night so he thought he had cut himself with the branch.
When You looked at the creature he saw it had bloodshot eyes with some places where there just was a gaping hole. You tried to scream but just a soft squeak came out. the creature laughed like the sound of thunder that strook. You tried to call for help but it didn't work. you woke up in a cold sweat, 'it was all a dream' he thought 'but why is the stick in my bed? maybe it isn't a dream, tomorrow i will throw away that stick.'
 
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You didn't sleep that night and the following morning you told his parents what happened and they asked where he found the stick. You brought them to the place where he found the stick and all the color vanished out of the faces of the parents. they told You to throw away the stick. when You asked them why they said, '10 years ago, a little boy died from getting a stick on his head, they say that the stick is possesed by the spirit of the boy'
 
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The following night the same thing happened, but the whispers were louder but still not loud enough to hear what they were saying, and when You woke up he had a cut at his right leg.
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You had the idea to place a camera so he could see what happened. The following morning You wanted to check out the footage of last night, but there was no footage to be seen.
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You asked his parents if they turned of the camera and deleted the footage but they said they didn't even know that he took a camera to his room. That night You wanted to stay up to see what happened at night.
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23:57 : a fog spread across the room, 23:58 : the whispering starts, 23:59 a sound of squeaking can be heard. at
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00:00 something came out of under the bed, it was the stick, but it had arms and legs and rotten skin all over it, the smell of rotten eggs spread across the room. bones could be seen and his head looked like that of an little boy. blood seeped all over his body and he had a big cut in his... no not his, its head.
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When You looked at the creature he saw it had bloodshot eyes with some places where there just was a gaping hole.
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You tried to scream but just a soft squeak came out. the creature laughed like the sound of thunder that strook.
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You tried to call for help but it didn't work. you woke up in a cold sweat, 'it was all a dream' he thought 'but why is the stick in my bed? maybe it isn't a dream, tomorrow i will throw away that stick.'
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You didn't sleep that night and the following morning you told his parents what happened and they asked where he found the stick. You brought them to the place where he found the stick and all the color vanished out of the faces of the parents. they told You to throw away the stick.
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when You asked them why they said, '10 years ago, a little boy died from getting a stick on his head, they say that the stick is possesed by the spirit of the boy'
   
 
You forgot the events fastly and never took another stick home.
 
You forgot the events fastly and never took another stick home.

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The story of you

This is the story of You.


I know what you're thinking: "A story about me, so cliché" but no it's not about you, just about You. not you as in the person who's reading or listening to this, but just about You.

You was a little boy and liked to collect sticks that looked scary in any way. One day he found a gigantic stick with a scary face on it next to a big stone covered with leaves and vines, so You picked the stick up and brought it home,

You knew thats his parents didn't want a stick in the house so he sneaked into his room and put it under the bed. That night You didn't get much sleep, he heard noises that sounded like... whispers. 

That morning You woke up with a cut in his left leg and he was sure he didn't have it yesterday, but You didn't remember anything from last night so he thought he had cut himself with the branch.

The following night the same thing happened, but the whispers were louder but still not loud enough to hear what they were saying, and when You woke up he had a cut at his right leg.

You had the idea to place a camera so he could see what happened. The following morning You wanted to check out the footage of last night, but there was no footage to be seen.

You asked his parents if they turned of the camera and deleted the footage but they said they didn't even know that he took a camera to his room. That night You wanted to stay up to see what happened at night.

23:57 : a fog spread across the room, 23:58 : the whispering starts, 23:59 a sound of squeaking can be heard. at

00:00 something came out of under the bed, it was the stick, but it had arms and legs and rotten skin all over it, the smell of rotten eggs spread across the room. bones could be seen and his head looked like that of an little boy. blood seeped all over his body and he had a big cut in his... no not his, its head.

When You looked at the creature he saw it had bloodshot eyes with some places where there just was a gaping hole.

You tried to scream but just a soft squeak came out. the creature laughed like the sound of thunder that strook.

You tried to call for help but it didn't work. you woke up in a cold sweat, 'it was all a dream' he thought 'but why is the stick in my bed? maybe it isn't a dream, tomorrow i will throw away that stick.'


You didn't sleep that night and the following morning you told his parents what happened and they asked where he found the stick. You brought them to the place where he found the stick and all the color vanished out of the faces of the parents. they told You to throw away the stick.

when You asked them why they said, '10 years ago, a little boy died from getting a stick on his head, they say that the stick is possesed by the spirit of the boy'

You forgot the events fastly and never took another stick home.