Kids in the Dark

September 27, 2019 creepypasta author 0

Growing up poor in the Deep South meant sharing a lot with my little brother, Ollie. Most often, we’d pass toys, clothes, and skin conditions between us. Up until he was six, we even shared a bed. Neither of us was happy about that. It was my tenth birthday when that changed. I got one present that year, and it was a bed of my CONTINUE READING