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C.P. House -IntroThis is kind of a long story. It's about me and my friends. I'm a normal person in a normal town in this normal world. So here's what's up.
I love creepy-pasta. My friends say it's weird, but I find them reading stories every once in a while. Anyways, we heard about an old factory in the woods near our neighborhood. Long story short, something else was in that factory.
Ib part 2 -Garry and MaryIb walked along the corridor she woke up in. "F-felix? Marzia?" she called out. No luck. Looking down a path, it looked normal. Wait....a note she read said 'stay away from the edges'. What did this mean? "Oh well." Ib sighed and continued walking.
A black hand shot out from the wall. "Ahhh....AHHH!" Ib screamed as it tried to grab her leg. She quickly jumped up and ran away.
"Marzia....?" Felix said while standing up. He looked around realizing Marzia and Ib were missing. He walked along, hoping to find them. "Steeeeeeephaaaano......." he whispered. "Who is this 'Stephano'?" a female voice asked. A blonde girl wearing green stepped out from the shadows. "Uh...ah...who are you?" Felix asked. "I'm Mary. I....live here." the girl replied. "Oh. I'm Felix. Stephano is a good friend."
"Oh. I see."
Ib had made her way around different hallways and found a man lying on the cold, hard ground. "He's breathing....but he's unconscious." Ib said to herself. She went along. After s
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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