Gather Round, Kids, It's Story Time.. Moar story because magic. Thought of this while eating breakfast.. It was a normal Monday morning when it happened. I was  creepypasta OC interior Crocodile alligator
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Gather Round, Kids, It's Story Time.

 
Gather Round, Kids, It's Story Time.. Moar story because magic. Thought of this while eating breakfast.. It was a normal Monday morning when it happened. I was

Moar story because magic. Thought of this while eating breakfast.

It was a normal Monday morning when it happened. I was getting ready for another day
at school, just continuing the vicious cycle that was my life, I was eating breakfast when
I heard a thump from the basement. I figured it was just my cat jumping off a windowsill,
so I paid it no mind. Then came another thump, and another, I realized that something
was coming up the stairs, and it sure as hell wasn' t my cat. It finally reached the top of
the stairs, and peered its head - I' m not even sure if you could call it that - around the
corner and looked at me. I dooit even know how to describe it. If I tried I' d probably just
end up throwing myself on a knife trying to get it out of my head, After what seemed like
an eternity, I sprinted toward the cutlery drawer, grabbed a knife and went into my
parents' room. I woke them up as fast as I can, trying to explain what horror had
occurred in the past few seconds. When they understood that something was out there,
my dad took the knife from me and slowly opened the door. It was open no more than
an inch when a tentacle, or perhaps an arm, grabbed my father and pulled him into the
hallway, dragging him back towards the basement door before my mother and I heard it
coming back. It pounded the door down, and in an instant, it had decapitated my
mother, leaving me the last one standing. Instead of giving me the mercy of death, it
grabbed me by the leg and dragged me through my father' s eviscerated remains and
towards the basement door. I was thrown down the stairs, leaving me staring up at it as
this abomination descended toward me. “We had my fill of blood, human. Yet I desire
one thing more" It could speak. Mother of God, it could speak. " do you
want'?" I asked weakly, It crawled down a few more steps, grasped my head in its claws.
l desire knowledge" It stared into my eyes, nay, into my very soul, then leaned into my
ear and whispered, "l just cam figure out why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast
Crunch.”
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