I was adopted. I never knew my real mother; rather, I knew her at one time but I left her side when I was too little to be able to remember. I loved my adopted family though. They were so kind to me. I ate well, I lived in a warm and comfortable house, and I got to stay up pretty late. Everything changed on a horrible Wednesday night.Original story by aCJohnson - Doors | Creepypasta Wiki | Fandomwww.facebook.com/beyondyournightmareswww.twitter.com/beyondyournightMusic by Myuu Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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