A Original Creepypasta: The Weeping Bride by Naruko88558855, literature
Literature
A Original Creepypasta: The Weeping Bride
Cold, so cold and wet that is all I felt as my half lidded eyes looked up at the faceless man before me. Long black tentacles bulged from his back, slowly waving around on there own looking for something to snap or in this case a neck to snap in two. Just so his non-existing eyes could watch the thick blood splash out of his victims necks by the gallons, watching there lifeless body's twitch by instinct. It was sick, but i loved it. I was just like him, in every way, my own doing made me this way. One of his long arms stretched out and his large hand came to stop in front of my face. His slender fingers danced in front of my eyes and a painfu