After all the messages that I could have had, I got the messages from him, the one who works for and with the faceless man that has hunted children for years.

As I kept walking my eyes have finnaly adjusted to the dark cold pathways i've been walking on as what seemed to be forever. The more I relizeed where I was, the more my body finnaly kicked in.

The body soon relized I was in danger and I could feel all the pain from walking for a wail now away from my town.

My body dispite the pain had torn its own mussle in order to go to what was calling me. He woukd be the same one with the letters with horried notes to me, notes that where in the unknown creepy letters that nobody saw coming or going.

The more my eyes adjusted the nore details I could see, although wishing I haddent was the thing I wanted to be undone as the horrific sight was before my eyes.

WARNING:

[🚨 this warning is not in the story but gore warning presiede with caution 🚨]

Wail my body was in pain my eyes glanced at bones scatterd everywhere with the organs fluttering out the body with blood as the bodies haung from their spine.

As cold wind blew the bodies waved back and firth from trees just abouve my head. The more I saw more details of the bodies, the more I felt sick as my stumic twisted and turned as I became nauseous from the sight I saw.

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This is a creepypasta story about my oc senderman I've commissioned slybun