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I didn’t do it.

I swear on my life that I didn’t do it.

How could I even do that?!

It was that…that thing that did it. Not me. I didn’t kill him. He’s my little brother for crying out loud!

Why won’t anyone believe me?!

It was that monster! He attack us while we where at the park.

We were…we were just playing football, & it just came out of no where.

It was so fast, my poor little brother never had a chance. I can still see that monster eating my brothers insides. His long, red limbs clutching my brothers small body. It’s sharp teeth glimmering with my brothers crimson blood. It enjoyed it, & it teased me about that. It knew that I was powerless & he made sure to make me know that.

He just looked straight into my eyes the whole time, knowing that I was to scared to even look away. His dark hollow eyes looking at me, like if he was trying to figure me out.

Just believe me please, I didn’t kill him. It was that monster. Go to Washington’s Park & you’ll see. He’ll be there, I know he will.

He’ll be there….I’m not crazy….he really will be there….I promise..

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