⋆˚꩜｡It’s Ayesha Bitch⋆˚꩜｡

⋆˚꩜｡ I am motherfucking electric, I could cut you like a silvering blade ♪♫ ⋆˚꩜｡ I love my girlfriend so so so much guys ⋆˚꩜｡ Pfp: Jazmin Bean ⋆˚꩜｡ DANGEROUS WOMAN ♪♫ ⋆˚꩜｡ Don’t you want someone crazy like me, babe? ♪♫ #1 Caitlyn Kiramman & Ellie Williams Fan #1 Clown Lover

[ellscupcake]

L’AMOUR DE MA VIE.

Hiiiiiiii!!! I’m a Ayesha or Ellie, either one. Welcome to my blog. Go follow my gorgeous and talented girlfriend @deersgutss, she’s quite lovely and she’s super duper awesome. I’m a Sagittarius (JUST LIKE HEL MWAHAHA.) I’m a lesbian, I go by anything tbh, whatever you want. Just not He/Him…I hate men anyway. Everything of mine rn will be Billie Eilish or Jazmin Bean themed as those are my two favorite singers as of now so be aware of that.

My Pinterest

My asks are open, please talk to me. I love talking. Also send in some requests, I make characters in Gacha, rather it be OC’s or characters you like.

I don’t understand chronically online stuff so trust I will be confused. I’m old.

Fandoms!!!!

Arcane, League of Legends, The Last of Us(Game only), Five Nights at Freddy’s, My Hero Academia, Creepypasta, Sally Face, Danganronpa, Fran Bow, Star Wars, Mean Girls, Heathers, Class of 09, DC, Ride The Cyclone, Chicago, Hamilton, SpongeBob SquarePants, Monster High.

(I don’t support SBN3 I just like CO09)

However I only post about Arcane, FNAF, MHA, TLOU, and RTC. But you can ask me about any of the fandoms anyway, I just don’t make posts about them unless it’s certain occasions. I have OC’s for some fandoms so please ask me about them. :D

Also since @hadescrkl did it. Here’s my top five artists

1. Billie Eilish, 2. Jazmin Bean, 3. ALT, 4. Ariana Grande, 5. Chappell Roan

For my OC’s I have a blog for them: @theonlypeopleever8 . It’s an ask blog, you should send it some asks if you want.

Also: @th3harl3ydiary (Not that active)

Ride The Cyclone Jane Doe Collection mwhahaha

DNI!!!

Literally basic stuff tbh, pedophiles, rapists, maga, fuck off. I don't care who's here just don't be a horrible person please, you will get blocked! No funny business either, I have a girlfriend though NSFW is allowed if it's a joke.

Mutual Tags!! (Send me an ask and an emoji if you’d like a tag or a anon tag)

• !! Helena my love 🫧 !! • - @deersgutss

• !! Mateo 🐺 !! • - @magical-sweet-kitty (his tag never works for some reason)

• !! Susanna 🍰 !! • - @susanna-strawberry (RIP BLOG)

• !! Circle 🍎 !! • - @hadescrkl

• !! August ⭐️ !! • - @aphroditeinthestars

(Divider & Picture Credit: @uzmacchiato )

“You think I needed all the guards at the Hexgates?!”

[ellscupcake]

Homicidal Liu

Ik he looks like Jeff a lot..kind of the point.

Louis “Liu” Sebastian Woods

Other Name: Homicidal Liu

Age: 19

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Date Of Birth: September 22nd, 1998

Date Of Death: None

Reason Of Death: None

Skin Color: Pale, White

Hair Color: Brown

Dyed Hair: None

Eye Color: Light Brown

Birthplace: New Orleans, Louisiana

Nationality: American

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay, Trans

Employment: Author

Significant Others: Tobias Rodgers

Parents: Peter Woods, Margaret Woods

Siblings: Jeffery Woods

Year Of Story: 2015

[ellscupcake]

BUT IM IN THE TREES, IM IN THE BREEZE. MY FOOTSTEPS ON THE GROUND🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

YOU SEE MY FACE IN EVERY PLACE BUT YOU CANT CATCH ME NOW🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

[ellscupcake]

Uhh Jeff The Killer design & info…

His mouth is ugly, shut upppppp

Jeffery Alan Woods

Other Name: Jeff The Killer

Age: 19

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Date Of Birth: September 22nd, 1998

Date Of Death: None

Reason Of Death: None

Skin Color: White

Hair Color: Light Brown

Dyed Hair: Black…technically?

Eye Color: Light Blue

Height: 5’7

Birthplace: New Orleans, Louisiana

Nationality: American

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay (who would date him?)

Employment: Murderer, Hitman?

Significant Others: None

Parents: Peter Woods, Margaret Woods

Siblings: Louis Woods

Year Of Story: 2011

[ellscupcake]

HAVE YOU EVER WATCHED STEVEN UNIVERSE???

Uhh I’ve seen like characters from it, but I’ve never fully watched it, why?

[deersgutss]

Cause I really really love it💔💔

[ellscupcake]

I think I know some characters from it 🌚 maybeeeeee

[ellscupcake]

HAVE YOU EVER WATCHED STEVEN UNIVERSE???

Uhh I’ve seen like characters from it, but I’ve never fully watched it, why?

[hadescrkl]

Astral re-color

[hadescrkl]

The Boogy Man

Viewer discretion is advised

It was a still cold water night with not even the slightest breeze but yet there was a tree branch scraping against the window of young Tommy’s room. He knows that he looks out the window he’ll see a dark shadowy like creature with piercing white eyes and a gummy grin. Waiting to devour him hole with one swallow as his throat and stomach slowly crushes him inside as he slowly loses his oxygen like a snake with human features. Every night it got more more desperate I would tap on the window. It was shout. It would cry in the hunger, and every night he would never open that window. He might glitz down to see the creature but never would he come face-to-face with it. But tonight felt different after the scratching of the tree branch. There was no other sounds the only almost asleep the piercing sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake.

He could hear his mother walk into the door, mumbling who could be ringing at this time of night. She walks up to the door and ask Who it it in a sleepy voice…. it’s your mother your father has fallen and I drove here to get some help. Said a weak voice from the other side of the door not really comprehending what’s going on. My mom opened the door as I hear a scream, echoing through the hallways and the sounds of choking and gagging as this creature shoved her into its throat and used its muscles and bone structure, the slurp her up effortlessly. What came next was so horrific that I can’t even stomach it. A sound of slimy, wet slush dragged itself across the hardwood floor making its way right to my bedroom door and when I heard on the other side, I knew it wasn’t real. It was the voice of my mother, asking me to open up that she fell and dragged her way to my bedroom door in order to get some help. The cry a pain echo from the other side of the door as what was imitating. My mother said that her bones in her legs poking out of her skin. Her legs were fractured all over and she couldn’t walk. She cried and cried, but I knew it wasn’t her. Minutes turned into hours hours turned into days. I never opened that door no matter how much it banged scratched or screamed. I’m beginning to get really hungry. I haven’t had food or water in days. I smell horrible but I will never come out.

After I open the door for Grandma, I went upstairs to ask my son if he could come help, but on my way to the door, I tripped broke my leg. I dropped myself to his bedroom door, knowing that Grandma was too weak to pick me up, and I was a single mother never how many times I cried, no matter how many times I scratched at the door, he would not open it . What happened to my son? Why is there no noises from the other side of the door? It’s been days. Grandma never came back with any help that she said she was going to She took the keys in the car and never came back. She said she was getting help. I’m so hungry. I’ve lost a lot of blood in my son. Still won’t answer the door. 

[deersgutss]

6...7.....

[ellscupcake]

😔

[hadescrkl]

The Boogy Man

Viewer discretion is advised

It was a still cold water night with not even the slightest breeze but yet there was a tree branch scraping against the window of young Tommy’s room. He knows that he looks out the window he’ll see a dark shadowy like creature with piercing white eyes and a gummy grin. Waiting to devour him hole with one swallow as his throat and stomach slowly crushes him inside as he slowly loses his oxygen like a snake with human features. Every night it got more more desperate I would tap on the window. It was shout. It would cry in the hunger, and every night he would never open that window. He might glitz down to see the creature but never would he come face-to-face with it. But tonight felt different after the scratching of the tree branch. There was no other sounds the only almost asleep the piercing sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake.

He could hear his mother walk into the door, mumbling who could be ringing at this time of night. She walks up to the door and ask Who it it in a sleepy voice…. it’s your mother your father has fallen and I drove here to get some help. Said a weak voice from the other side of the door not really comprehending what’s going on. My mom opened the door as I hear a scream, echoing through the hallways and the sounds of choking and gagging as this creature shoved her into its throat and used its muscles and bone structure, the slurp her up effortlessly. What came next was so horrific that I can’t even stomach it. A sound of slimy, wet slush dragged itself across the hardwood floor making its way right to my bedroom door and when I heard on the other side, I knew it wasn’t real. It was the voice of my mother, asking me to open up that she fell and dragged her way to my bedroom door in order to get some help. The cry a pain echo from the other side of the door as what was imitating. My mother said that her bones in her legs poking out of her skin. Her legs were fractured all over and she couldn’t walk. She cried and cried, but I knew it wasn’t her. Minutes turned into hours hours turned into days. I never opened that door no matter how much it banged scratched or screamed. I’m beginning to get really hungry. I haven’t had food or water in days. I smell horrible but I will never come out.

After I open the door for Grandma, I went upstairs to ask my son if he could come help, but on my way to the door, I tripped broke my leg. I dropped myself to his bedroom door, knowing that Grandma was too weak to pick me up, and I was a single mother never how many times I cried, no matter how many times I scratched at the door, he would not open it . What happened to my son? Why is there no noises from the other side of the door? It’s been days. Grandma never came back with any help that she said she was going to She took the keys in the car and never came back. She said she was getting help. I’m so hungry. I’ve lost a lot of blood in my son. Still won’t answer the door. 

[hadescrkl]

The Boogy Man

Viewer discretion is advised

It was a still cold water night with not even the slightest breeze but yet there was a tree branch scraping against the window of young Tommy’s room. He knows that he looks out the window he’ll see a dark shadowy like creature with piercing white eyes and a gummy grin. Waiting to devour him hole with one swallow as his throat and stomach slowly crushes him inside as he slowly loses his oxygen like a snake with human features. Every night it got more more desperate I would tap on the window. It was shout. It would cry in the hunger, and every night he would never open that window. He might glitz down to see the creature but never would he come face-to-face with it. But tonight felt different after the scratching of the tree branch. There was no other sounds the only almost asleep the piercing sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake.

He could hear his mother walk into the door, mumbling who could be ringing at this time of night. She walks up to the door and ask Who it it in a sleepy voice…. it’s your mother your father has fallen and I drove here to get some help. Said a weak voice from the other side of the door not really comprehending what’s going on. My mom opened the door as I hear a scream, echoing through the hallways and the sounds of choking and gagging as this creature shoved her into its throat and used its muscles and bone structure, the slurp her up effortlessly. What came next was so horrific that I can’t even stomach it. A sound of slimy, wet slush dragged itself across the hardwood floor making its way right to my bedroom door and when I heard on the other side, I knew it wasn’t real. It was the voice of my mother, asking me to open up that she fell and dragged her way to my bedroom door in order to get some help. The cry a pain echo from the other side of the door as what was imitating. My mother said that her bones in her legs poking out of her skin. Her legs were fractured all over and she couldn’t walk. She cried and cried, but I knew it wasn’t her. Minutes turned into hours hours turned into days. I never opened that door no matter how much it banged scratched or screamed. I’m beginning to get really hungry. I haven’t had food or water in days. I smell horrible but I will never come out.

After I open the door for Grandma, I went upstairs to ask my son if he could come help, but on my way to the door, I tripped broke my leg. I dropped myself to his bedroom door, knowing that Grandma was too weak to pick me up, and I was a single mother never how many times I cried, no matter how many times I scratched at the door, he would not open it . What happened to my son? Why is there no noises from the other side of the door? It’s been days. Grandma never came back with any help that she said she was going to She took the keys in the car and never came back. She said she was getting help. I’m so hungry. I’ve lost a lot of blood in my son. Still won’t answer the door. 

[hadescrkl]

The Boogy Man

Viewer discretion is advised

It was a still cold water night with not even the slightest breeze but yet there was a tree branch scraping against the window of young Tommy’s room. He knows that he looks out the window he’ll see a dark shadowy like creature with piercing white eyes and a gummy grin. Waiting to devour him hole with one swallow as his throat and stomach slowly crushes him inside as he slowly loses his oxygen like a snake with human features. Every night it got more more desperate I would tap on the window. It was shout. It would cry in the hunger, and every night he would never open that window. He might glitz down to see the creature but never would he come face-to-face with it. But tonight felt different after the scratching of the tree branch. There was no other sounds the only almost asleep the piercing sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake.

He could hear his mother walk into the door, mumbling who could be ringing at this time of night. She walks up to the door and ask Who it it in a sleepy voice…. it’s your mother your father has fallen and I drove here to get some help. Said a weak voice from the other side of the door not really comprehending what’s going on. My mom opened the door as I hear a scream, echoing through the hallways and the sounds of choking and gagging as this creature shoved her into its throat and used its muscles and bone structure, the slurp her up effortlessly. What came next was so horrific that I can’t even stomach it. A sound of slimy, wet slush dragged itself across the hardwood floor making its way right to my bedroom door and when I heard on the other side, I knew it wasn’t real. It was the voice of my mother, asking me to open up that she fell and dragged her way to my bedroom door in order to get some help. The cry a pain echo from the other side of the door as what was imitating. My mother said that her bones in her legs poking out of her skin. Her legs were fractured all over and she couldn’t walk. She cried and cried, but I knew it wasn’t her. Minutes turned into hours hours turned into days. I never opened that door no matter how much it banged scratched or screamed. I’m beginning to get really hungry. I haven’t had food or water in days. I smell horrible but I will never come out.

After I open the door for Grandma, I went upstairs to ask my son if he could come help, but on my way to the door, I tripped broke my leg. I dropped myself to his bedroom door, knowing that Grandma was too weak to pick me up, and I was a single mother never how many times I cried, no matter how many times I scratched at the door, he would not open it . What happened to my son? Why is there no noises from the other side of the door? It’s been days. Grandma never came back with any help that she said she was going to She took the keys in the car and never came back. She said she was getting help. I’m so hungry. I’ve lost a lot of blood in my son. Still won’t answer the door. 

[hadescrkl]

The Boogy Man

Viewer discretion is advised

It was a still cold water night with not even the slightest breeze but yet there was a tree branch scraping against the window of young Tommy’s room. He knows that he looks out the window he’ll see a dark shadowy like creature with piercing white eyes and a gummy grin. Waiting to devour him hole with one swallow as his throat and stomach slowly crushes him inside as he slowly loses his oxygen like a snake with human features. Every night it got more more desperate I would tap on the window. It was shout. It would cry in the hunger, and every night he would never open that window. He might glitz down to see the creature but never would he come face-to-face with it. But tonight felt different after the scratching of the tree branch. There was no other sounds the only almost asleep the piercing sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake.

He could hear his mother walk into the door, mumbling who could be ringing at this time of night. She walks up to the door and ask Who it it in a sleepy voice…. it’s your mother your father has fallen and I drove here to get some help. Said a weak voice from the other side of the door not really comprehending what’s going on. My mom opened the door as I hear a scream, echoing through the hallways and the sounds of choking and gagging as this creature shoved her into its throat and used its muscles and bone structure, the slurp her up effortlessly. What came next was so horrific that I can’t even stomach it. A sound of slimy, wet slush dragged itself across the hardwood floor making its way right to my bedroom door and when I heard on the other side, I knew it wasn’t real. It was the voice of my mother, asking me to open up that she fell and dragged her way to my bedroom door in order to get some help. The cry a pain echo from the other side of the door as what was imitating. My mother said that her bones in her legs poking out of her skin. Her legs were fractured all over and she couldn’t walk. She cried and cried, but I knew it wasn’t her. Minutes turned into hours hours turned into days. I never opened that door no matter how much it banged scratched or screamed. I’m beginning to get really hungry. I haven’t had food or water in days. I smell horrible but I will never come out.

After I open the door for Grandma, I went upstairs to ask my son if he could come help, but on my way to the door, I tripped broke my leg. I dropped myself to his bedroom door, knowing that Grandma was too weak to pick me up, and I was a single mother never how many times I cried, no matter how many times I scratched at the door, he would not open it . What happened to my son? Why is there no noises from the other side of the door? It’s been days. Grandma never came back with any help that she said she was going to She took the keys in the car and never came back. She said she was getting help. I’m so hungry. I’ve lost a lot of blood in my son. Still won’t answer the door. 

[hadescrkl]

The Boogy Man

Viewer discretion is advised

It was a still cold water night with not even the slightest breeze but yet there was a tree branch scraping against the window of young Tommy’s room. He knows that he looks out the window he’ll see a dark shadowy like creature with piercing white eyes and a gummy grin. Waiting to devour him hole with one swallow as his throat and stomach slowly crushes him inside as he slowly loses his oxygen like a snake with human features. Every night it got more more desperate I would tap on the window. It was shout. It would cry in the hunger, and every night he would never open that window. He might glitz down to see the creature but never would he come face-to-face with it. But tonight felt different after the scratching of the tree branch. There was no other sounds the only almost asleep the piercing sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake.

He could hear his mother walk into the door, mumbling who could be ringing at this time of night. She walks up to the door and ask Who it it in a sleepy voice…. it’s your mother your father has fallen and I drove here to get some help. Said a weak voice from the other side of the door not really comprehending what’s going on. My mom opened the door as I hear a scream, echoing through the hallways and the sounds of choking and gagging as this creature shoved her into its throat and used its muscles and bone structure, the slurp her up effortlessly. What came next was so horrific that I can’t even stomach it. A sound of slimy, wet slush dragged itself across the hardwood floor making its way right to my bedroom door and when I heard on the other side, I knew it wasn’t real. It was the voice of my mother, asking me to open up that she fell and dragged her way to my bedroom door in order to get some help. The cry a pain echo from the other side of the door as what was imitating. My mother said that her bones in her legs poking out of her skin. Her legs were fractured all over and she couldn’t walk. She cried and cried, but I knew it wasn’t her. Minutes turned into hours hours turned into days. I never opened that door no matter how much it banged scratched or screamed. I’m beginning to get really hungry. I haven’t had food or water in days. I smell horrible but I will never come out.

After I open the door for Grandma, I went upstairs to ask my son if he could come help, but on my way to the door, I tripped broke my leg. I dropped myself to his bedroom door, knowing that Grandma was too weak to pick me up, and I was a single mother never how many times I cried, no matter how many times I scratched at the door, he would not open it . What happened to my son? Why is there no noises from the other side of the door? It’s been days. Grandma never came back with any help that she said she was going to She took the keys in the car and never came back. She said she was getting help. I’m so hungry. I’ve lost a lot of blood in my son. Still won’t answer the door. 

[hadescrkl]

The Boogy Man

Viewer discretion is advised

It was a still cold water night with not even the slightest breeze but yet there was a tree branch scraping against the window of young Tommy’s room. He knows that he looks out the window he’ll see a dark shadowy like creature with piercing white eyes and a gummy grin. Waiting to devour him hole with one swallow as his throat and stomach slowly crushes him inside as he slowly loses his oxygen like a snake with human features. Every night it got more more desperate I would tap on the window. It was shout. It would cry in the hunger, and every night he would never open that window. He might glitz down to see the creature but never would he come face-to-face with it. But tonight felt different after the scratching of the tree branch. There was no other sounds the only almost asleep the piercing sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake.

He could hear his mother walk into the door, mumbling who could be ringing at this time of night. She walks up to the door and ask Who it it in a sleepy voice…. it’s your mother your father has fallen and I drove here to get some help. Said a weak voice from the other side of the door not really comprehending what’s going on. My mom opened the door as I hear a scream, echoing through the hallways and the sounds of choking and gagging as this creature shoved her into its throat and used its muscles and bone structure, the slurp her up effortlessly. What came next was so horrific that I can’t even stomach it. A sound of slimy, wet slush dragged itself across the hardwood floor making its way right to my bedroom door and when I heard on the other side, I knew it wasn’t real. It was the voice of my mother, asking me to open up that she fell and dragged her way to my bedroom door in order to get some help. The cry a pain echo from the other side of the door as what was imitating. My mother said that her bones in her legs poking out of her skin. Her legs were fractured all over and she couldn’t walk. She cried and cried, but I knew it wasn’t her. Minutes turned into hours hours turned into days. I never opened that door no matter how much it banged scratched or screamed. I’m beginning to get really hungry. I haven’t had food or water in days. I smell horrible but I will never come out.

After I open the door for Grandma, I went upstairs to ask my son if he could come help, but on my way to the door, I tripped broke my leg. I dropped myself to his bedroom door, knowing that Grandma was too weak to pick me up, and I was a single mother never how many times I cried, no matter how many times I scratched at the door, he would not open it . What happened to my son? Why is there no noises from the other side of the door? It’s been days. Grandma never came back with any help that she said she was going to She took the keys in the car and never came back. She said she was getting help. I’m so hungry. I’ve lost a lot of blood in my son. Still won’t answer the door. 

[hadescrkl]

The Boogy Man

Viewer discretion is advised

It was a still cold water night with not even the slightest breeze but yet there was a tree branch scraping against the window of young Tommy’s room. He knows that he looks out the window he’ll see a dark shadowy like creature with piercing white eyes and a gummy grin. Waiting to devour him hole with one swallow as his throat and stomach slowly crushes him inside as he slowly loses his oxygen like a snake with human features. Every night it got more more desperate I would tap on the window. It was shout. It would cry in the hunger, and every night he would never open that window. He might glitz down to see the creature but never would he come face-to-face with it. But tonight felt different after the scratching of the tree branch. There was no other sounds the only almost asleep the piercing sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake.

He could hear his mother walk into the door, mumbling who could be ringing at this time of night. She walks up to the door and ask Who it it in a sleepy voice…. it’s your mother your father has fallen and I drove here to get some help. Said a weak voice from the other side of the door not really comprehending what’s going on. My mom opened the door as I hear a scream, echoing through the hallways and the sounds of choking and gagging as this creature shoved her into its throat and used its muscles and bone structure, the slurp her up effortlessly. What came next was so horrific that I can’t even stomach it. A sound of slimy, wet slush dragged itself across the hardwood floor making its way right to my bedroom door and when I heard on the other side, I knew it wasn’t real. It was the voice of my mother, asking me to open up that she fell and dragged her way to my bedroom door in order to get some help. The cry a pain echo from the other side of the door as what was imitating. My mother said that her bones in her legs poking out of her skin. Her legs were fractured all over and she couldn’t walk. She cried and cried, but I knew it wasn’t her. Minutes turned into hours hours turned into days. I never opened that door no matter how much it banged scratched or screamed. I’m beginning to get really hungry. I haven’t had food or water in days. I smell horrible but I will never come out.

After I open the door for Grandma, I went upstairs to ask my son if he could come help, but on my way to the door, I tripped broke my leg. I dropped myself to his bedroom door, knowing that Grandma was too weak to pick me up, and I was a single mother never how many times I cried, no matter how many times I scratched at the door, he would not open it . What happened to my son? Why is there no noises from the other side of the door? It’s been days. Grandma never came back with any help that she said she was going to She took the keys in the car and never came back. She said she was getting help. I’m so hungry. I’ve lost a lot of blood in my son. Still won’t answer the door. 

[hadescrkl]

The Boogy Man

Viewer discretion is advised

It was a still cold water night with not even the slightest breeze but yet there was a tree branch scraping against the window of young Tommy’s room. He knows that he looks out the window he’ll see a dark shadowy like creature with piercing white eyes and a gummy grin. Waiting to devour him hole with one swallow as his throat and stomach slowly crushes him inside as he slowly loses his oxygen like a snake with human features. Every night it got more more desperate I would tap on the window. It was shout. It would cry in the hunger, and every night he would never open that window. He might glitz down to see the creature but never would he come face-to-face with it. But tonight felt different after the scratching of the tree branch. There was no other sounds the only almost asleep the piercing sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake.

He could hear his mother walk into the door, mumbling who could be ringing at this time of night. She walks up to the door and ask Who it it in a sleepy voice…. it’s your mother your father has fallen and I drove here to get some help. Said a weak voice from the other side of the door not really comprehending what’s going on. My mom opened the door as I hear a scream, echoing through the hallways and the sounds of choking and gagging as this creature shoved her into its throat and used its muscles and bone structure, the slurp her up effortlessly. What came next was so horrific that I can’t even stomach it. A sound of slimy, wet slush dragged itself across the hardwood floor making its way right to my bedroom door and when I heard on the other side, I knew it wasn’t real. It was the voice of my mother, asking me to open up that she fell and dragged her way to my bedroom door in order to get some help. The cry a pain echo from the other side of the door as what was imitating. My mother said that her bones in her legs poking out of her skin. Her legs were fractured all over and she couldn’t walk. She cried and cried, but I knew it wasn’t her. Minutes turned into hours hours turned into days. I never opened that door no matter how much it banged scratched or screamed. I’m beginning to get really hungry. I haven’t had food or water in days. I smell horrible but I will never come out.

After I open the door for Grandma, I went upstairs to ask my son if he could come help, but on my way to the door, I tripped broke my leg. I dropped myself to his bedroom door, knowing that Grandma was too weak to pick me up, and I was a single mother never how many times I cried, no matter how many times I scratched at the door, he would not open it . What happened to my son? Why is there no noises from the other side of the door? It’s been days. Grandma never came back with any help that she said she was going to She took the keys in the car and never came back. She said she was getting help. I’m so hungry. I’ve lost a lot of blood in my son. Still won’t answer the door.