Hello!!
I am tehmekemonster! If you are looking for random tidbits and words you've come to the right place! You can read as much as you want of that here! Feel free to tell me what you think of all of it too! Writing it doesn't do me any good if no one tells me how it could be better!!
have fun, okay?
Pure white empty houses are always creepy. That's why I stood in the middle of one now. It made me feel like an ink blot on white paper. Downstairs it was noisy, my sister and her husband were helping a friend move into this house. It was a nice house and he was finally moving out of his mom's. Dan was a really cool guy it was good to see him moving forward.
I was about to go downstairs and help move boxes again when I felt a tug on my sleeve. It was Miria, Dan's new adopted daughter. She was quiet and lonesome, didn't talk much. She seemed unhealthy to me, children need social interaction and this girl avoided it like a plauge.
"...daddy wants your help..." Miria told me, looking down, intently studing the carpet.
"Thank you Miria." I tried to look her in the eye when I said that but she didn't look up. Didn't even seem to hear me, it was a tragedy really, what could be so wrong with her?
She shuffeled off to another corner of the house and I went downstairs to help dan and the others. It looked like most of the work was done already when I got there. I finished what little was left, stacking boxes and such but the thought of miria still bothered me. what could I do though...
i'm starting a horror story. it's based off of a dream i had. enjoy plz!
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