I walked the company's door, the main hall was huge had stairs to all sides and numerous doors.
I entered the main hall and found the office of the boss when entered, I heard footsteps down the hall had been cold my instincts warned that it was dangerous for me, so I ran away.
It was useless! the thing seemed to move fast and she wore the shadows frames and any reflection could find until I found a way out of the deposit.
There were over and over boxes hid behind a stack, but when I sat the thing in front of me.
I saw the gray eyes of death, she had pulled something back and turned left to my neck, but then whispered.
"It is not yet your
If you are reading this, you find out about a project that is being formed gradually in the world of creepypastas, no one knows what purpose has the right, or who created it, but who created knows more than he should and is now imprisoned for our safety.
Dear Creepy here reads.
Among the forest of souls near the chapel ruins there is a type of company called teachers, the main objectives are to study creepypastas those who are called "protected" and train them to become increasingly strong.
Teachers have high knowledge in combat, strategy and know how to deal with all of us in seconds.
Would be nice. If they were not hiding anything.
Thi
I walked the company's door, the main hall was huge had stairs to all sides and numerous doors.
I entered the main hall and found the office of the boss when entered, I heard footsteps down the hall had been cold my instincts warned that it was dangerous for me, so I ran away.
It was useless! the thing seemed to move fast and she wore the shadows frames and any reflection could find until I found a way out of the deposit.
There were over and over boxes hid behind a stack, but when I sat the thing in front of me.
I saw the gray eyes of death, she had pulled something back and turned left to my neck, but then whispered.
"It is not yet your