Friday Scary Story, August 28, 2015

Jello shots.

I should of said, "No".  We should of said, "No".  I wish we could take it back.

We didn't even know them.


It's so dark.  I can't see anything.



I can barely move.  



I don't know how long I've been in here.


I think I urinated on myself.

My fingers are raw, and throbbing.  I can smell blood.


It's such a small box.   Laura is beside me.  She stopped breathing. She is getting cold.

The air is getting thick.


I want to go home.  I want to hear my brothers fighting.  I want my mom to yell at me for not cleaning my room.  I want my dad to ground me.


Help me please.

I want to go home.