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English:
Good! I was bored, and I did a story for Cannibal Carmen so it's like my OC creepypasta:

It was about 8, returning from a friend's house, spent all afternoon doing what we liked; play video games, listen metal..etc!

It was very dark, there was no moon night, my friend had told me stay tonight, too late, but I'm proud typical clear, moreover, my mother is alone at home and sick of stress, so could not worry ..

Arrive at an intersection of four streets, look everywhere, were too narrow for a car, but for motorcycles, cyclists and thieves, were perfect places. I saw right, noticing a disturbing brightness coming from the narrow street, looked like the reflection of a sheet of metal, my muscles tensed, I thought heck a thief ... ¨ stronger every brightness is to see my legs not react, which worried me, look left, then look back to the right, thus, the lamps of the streets, burned, letting himself see a girl who seemed drunk as he staggered a bit in each manor overlooking, had something in the neck, like a hip ... do not pay attention so I kept walking a little more relaxed .. Reproduce moving between the streets, which finally were lit by lamps, ... to another intersection of four streets, lights flickered there.

There seems nothing out of the ordinary, so follow my path until you hear the steps again before I turn watching young pre ¨ What perhaps a flipped? , So drunk this? No I wanted to get close, she looked me too weird so I continued my way home ..

Where do you think you're going? small? ¨

That sweet .. but strange you, caught my attention, making me slowly revolved toward the young, which raised her eyes, letting himself only see a mask overlying her mouth, her eyes were elongated, had bright eyes, his clothing had not seen before, wore boots, heel, which created a sound blow against the cold pavement, wearing a corset, which fit his body, had a red short hair.

¨ Do you have fears? Do you need help to get home? ¨

The grotesque words echoed in my ears, every second was slower, felt every beat of my heart was like a blow, she advanced toward my.

¨¿What Should I do? ... Fuck my legs do not react, as if his eyes, hypnotized me¨

When she was face to face with me, was that wet my pants, she raised her right hand, placing it against my cheek and stroked gently, tell me .. you need help? And thus began to chuckle, as if you were mumbling ..

¨Hehe ... heh ... .... JA ... JAJAJAAJAAJJAJAAAJAJA! KJAJAKAAYAAHAJAAJJA
Damn Stupid, run! you expect! Invite you to the dance of death bastard! ¨

Young redhead scream, which pulled his hand from my cheek, giving me a boost with both hands; thus, took two steps backwards .. turning me start to run, as a soul carrying the devil, do not turn even a little fear was too, had taken possession of my body, went varis minutes until you reach the my door, golpie the door several times, hoping my mother opened it, but nothing, not a sound, not a light ensendia, everything was oscuro..me turn again seeing all the darkness around, hitting Reproduce the door; now worried about my mother, she was too sick, push the door shut, opening it.

Everything was dark, could not differentiate furniture, heard a moan coming from my mother's room; thus, walk down the hall, which seemed eternal one you see in front of his door, turn the gate entering, look a shadow behind the curtain of his room; pense automatically MOTHER!

that ran way towards the shadow taking it by the shoulders and turned, finding myself with face mask skull, the redhead who laughed; looking down watching his right hand, which hung the head of an average woman, chestnut ... .. my mother, my knees trembled, I felt a warm liquid go my pants; which was my own urine.

Fence! the baby pee pants! ¨

Exclaimed the girl, who dropped the head of my mother in puddle of yellowish liquid. It was disgusting, gross, grotesque, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as tears began to emerge which my eyes were swollen putting on ..
Q ... who are you? ¨ I asked the lady, which murmuring nonsense ..

I? .. am Canival Carmen! jajajajjajajajaja Idiotal! welcome to my dance; is time to end your existence.

She ran to the bed, and removal savannas; that way I could see a mass of blood, organs, muscles, which as decoration to one a motorbike which was full of blood and his teeth were tangled intestines than previously could recognize as my mother.

She pulled by turning it on a motorbike, which splashed all the blood that was between the teeth, because of the sudden movement intestines, fell to the ground, letting out his stinking content, let out a ghastly smile, which iso react again I turned seeing the curtain, pulling to one side making this callera, look at the window which was closed; deslize edge pro hands, lifting it and lifted my legs jump, but before she could hit the ground, I felt a sharp pain in my back, I fell to the floor and try to get up but could not .., moved my head, watching a motorbike stuck in my lower back, which had shattered my spine, the young man under fallin on my back.

Welcome .. to hell, I'm the artist dancing .. and you're the dummy .. and the curtain was closed for you !!!

that lit the way a motorbike, which broke my back, opening my torso, letting himself see my lungs, which even expanded, until they exploded with the passage of the gun ..

An past months since the incident, found me, after a while the incident neighbors took me to the nearest hospital, I lost my legs and I have 300 stitches.

Nobody believes me, say it was supposedly a serial murderer, but she was real, I lived, what happened ..

Those were the last words of jhon Sterkimer which've murdered died at 2 months of an incident where he was involved with a seriously murderer, said the same murdered exit and ended with the youth's life.

It alerts you to all who keep abreast even the murderer of a motorbike, this free, If they call us information.

Description
English:
Good! I was bored, and I did a story for Cannibal Carmen so it's like my OC creepypasta:

It was about 8, returning from a friend's house, spent all afternoon doing what we liked; play video games, listen metal..etc!

It was very dark, there was no moon night, my friend had told me stay tonight, too late, but I'm proud typical clear, moreover, my mother is alone at home and sick of stress, so could not worry ..

Arrive at an intersection of four streets, look everywhere, were too narrow for a car, but for motorcycles, cyclists and thieves, were perfect places. I saw right, noticing a disturbing brightness coming from the narrow street, looked like the reflection of a sheet of metal, my muscles tensed, I thought heck a thief ... ¨ stronger every brightness is to see my legs not react, which worried me, look left, then look back to the right, thus, the lamps of the streets, burned, letting himself see a girl who seemed drunk as he staggered a bit in each manor overlooking, had something in the neck, like a hip ... do not pay attention so I kept walking a little more relaxed .. Reproduce moving between the streets, which finally were lit by lamps, ... to another intersection of four streets, lights flickered there.

There seems nothing out of the ordinary, so follow my path until you hear the steps again before I turn watching young pre ¨ What perhaps a flipped? , So drunk this? No I wanted to get close, she looked me too weird so I continued my way home ..

Where do you think you're going? small? ¨

That sweet .. but strange you, caught my attention, making me slowly revolved toward the young, which raised her eyes, letting himself only see a mask overlying her mouth, her eyes were elongated, had bright eyes, his clothing had not seen before, wore boots, heel, which created a sound blow against the cold pavement, wearing a corset, which fit his body, had a red short hair.

¨ Do you have fears? Do you need help to get home? ¨

The grotesque words echoed in my ears, every second was slower, felt every beat of my heart was like a blow, she advanced toward my.

¨¿What Should I do? ... Fuck my legs do not react, as if his eyes, hypnotized me¨

When she was face to face with me, was that wet my pants, she raised her right hand, placing it against my cheek and stroked gently, tell me .. you need help? And thus began to chuckle, as if you were mumbling ..

¨Hehe ... heh ... .... JA ... JAJAJAAJAAJJAJAAAJAJA! KJAJAKAAYAAHAJAAJJA
Damn Stupid, run! you expect! Invite you to the dance of death bastard! ¨

Young redhead scream, which pulled his hand from my cheek, giving me a boost with both hands; thus, took two steps backwards .. turning me start to run, as a soul carrying the devil, do not turn even a little fear was too, had taken possession of my body, went varis minutes until you reach the my door, golpie the door several times, hoping my mother opened it, but nothing, not a sound, not a light ensendia, everything was oscuro..me turn again seeing all the darkness around, hitting Reproduce the door; now worried about my mother, she was too sick, push the door shut, opening it.

Everything was dark, could not differentiate furniture, heard a moan coming from my mother's room; thus, walk down the hall, which seemed eternal one you see in front of his door, turn the gate entering, look a shadow behind the curtain of his room; pense automatically MOTHER!

that ran way towards the shadow taking it by the shoulders and turned, finding myself with face mask skull, the redhead who laughed; looking down watching his right hand, which hung the head of an average woman, chestnut ... .. my mother, my knees trembled, I felt a warm liquid go my pants; which was my own urine.

Fence! the baby pee pants! ¨

Exclaimed the girl, who dropped the head of my mother in puddle of yellowish liquid. It was disgusting, gross, grotesque, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as tears began to emerge which my eyes were swollen putting on ..
Q ... who are you? ¨ I asked the lady, which murmuring nonsense ..

I? .. am Canival Carmen! jajajajjajajajaja Idiotal! welcome to my dance; is time to end your existence.

She ran to the bed, and removal savannas; that way I could see a mass of blood, organs, muscles, which as decoration to one a motorbike which was full of blood and his teeth were tangled intestines than previously could recognize as my mother.

She pulled by turning it on a motorbike, which splashed all the blood that was between the teeth, because of the sudden movement intestines, fell to the ground, letting out his stinking content, let out a ghastly smile, which iso react again I turned seeing the curtain, pulling to one side making this callera, look at the window which was closed; deslize edge pro hands, lifting it and lifted my legs jump, but before she could hit the ground, I felt a sharp pain in my back, I fell to the floor and try to get up but could not .., moved my head, watching a motorbike stuck in my lower back, which had shattered my spine, the young man under fallin on my back.

Welcome .. to hell, I'm the artist dancing .. and you're the dummy .. and the curtain was closed for you !!!

that lit the way a motorbike, which broke my back, opening my torso, letting himself see my lungs, which even expanded, until they exploded with the passage of the gun ..

An past months since the incident, found me, after a while the incident neighbors took me to the nearest hospital, I lost my legs and I have 300 stitches.

Nobody believes me, say it was supposedly a serial murderer, but she was real, I lived, what happened ..

Those were the last words of jhon Sterkimer which've murdered died at 2 months of an incident where he was involved with a seriously murderer, said the same murdered exit and ended with the youth's life.

It alerts you to all who keep abreast even the murderer of a motorbike, this free, If they call us information.