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The Hallway

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You know that feeling you get when you leave your room in the middle of the night? You know. When you have to get something from the kitchen or perhaps the living room. You’re forced to walk down that dark hallway along with your terrifying imagination with those open doors on both sides of the hallway. You walk and look through each darkened room that seems like a dark abyss. You hope that there is nothing there. But your brain comes up with the most horrific thoughts a human being wishes to never think of in this kind of situation. I walked down my hallway last night. It seemed safe, or so I thought. I walked slowly down the hallway. I could hear my heart beating. I looked into the first room. Luckily, nothing was there. I walked a little more until i reached the next room. All i saw was a mirror on the other side of the room. I gazed at it in terror. For all i saw was myself. And there it was. Standing behind me.
Credit To – Green Mist

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  1. sorry if you came across this, this is my first creepy pasta and it turned out bad. Hope i can improve a lot.

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  2. I was at my gramp’s house and I went outside … I saw a dark brown bull… he was talking to me hes was my friend until… he stop talking to me… I looked into hes eyes and he had this angry look… hes eyes was like yellow mustard color and big and deep… I got scared and started running, he started chasing me… while I was running I saw my mom in a balcony … so I climb there and told her there’s a bull chasing me… and she said…-Oh its not a bull my dear, is el diablo…… The end.

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