User:Fearlessman46546


 * This story is made up*Read this in the dark. Warning, coming from a youth this is scary. When I was about 5 I was trying to get a book that I liked. My mom drove me to the library, found nothing. we go to several garage sales, find nothing. One time however was different. We go to the book box of one garage sale and there were kids books, adult novels and one weird looking book. We take a look at it and on the inside and it's a lot of different kids stories combined, So my mom buys it. when we get home however, we find some disturbing pages.

One of them was some of the characters crucifying each other one was of a murder, but the one was horrible. The last one was an old man at war eating the flesh,eyeballs,organs,muscle and fat of the dead soldiers. I couldn't fall asleep that night. The next day I went to preschool and everything I saw was seeming like it was from that story.

The paintings were of the characters hanging themselves, crucifying them and murdering each other, all of it. That night I fell asleep when I hear this rustling outside my door. Suddenly all the lights in the house just, "POOF" on. I see my mom getting eaten. I start screaming and crying. The characters from the story came to life.

Then I woke up to the sight of my hair on the floor, my left arm on the floor, my right foot taken clean off and my thumb taken off on my right hand. I look to my left and I see my mom's pajamas on the floor and her head on the floor next to it. Our house is absolutely destroyed, I was laying on the floor. I was surprised I was alive.

My dad was at work because he pretty much slept at his job sight. It was like the military at least I thought. I was trying to find the book because I thought if I destroyed it no more harm would be done to the world, but the book was no where in sight. It turns out the old man in the book was the controller to the book. I'm going to guess he took the book and booked it. (no pun intended) Thankfully my mom took pictures of the book and posted it on social media. I found her phone and commented, "help me im half dead my moms dead please help" I was smart enough to get those words out and with one hand and four fingers.

Ten minutes later the police showed up asked me what happened then took me to the hospital. I recovered without my thumb. I got a robot foot and arm. I got taken to an orphanage. I got adopted to a loving family who understood my troubles.I still don't know where that old man is to this day.