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Ghost StoriesStory Number OneThe Burned ChildBy Krallerohttps://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/The_Burned_ChildThe voice. It followed me as I walked through the forest. I couldn’t fully understand what it was saying, neither did I really want to. But as I walked, it only got louder and louder. It felt like regret itself was following me.Then it spoke, clearly this time. “Mommy?” it asked, in the voice of a scared child. I turned around and saw it. “Are you lost, little one?” I asked the child kindly.It looked at me, terrified. “No, but you are,” it said in its soft voice. But now, the voice didn’t calm me; it made me sweat. “What?” I asked with a mixture of confusion and fear.Then it disappeared in front of my eyes. The next thing I heard were loud painful screams, the screams of a child.They were so loud. I couldn’t hear anything besides the screams. My ears felt as if someone were cutting them from the inside. Someone was talking in between the screams.Then they stopped. The silence was so relaxing, but it didn’t last long. “Why did you leave me?” A voice of a child asked softly. “You left me there to burn, Mommy.” it continued.“N-no. I never…” I started. Then, suddenly, the memories came flooding back. As the memories were coming back, he also started appearing in front of me.“Why, Mommy?”“I-I didn’t…”“Shhh” he interrupted me, laying his small finger on my mouth.“Silence, now you listen to me,” my son commanded. “The fire. It burnt, it hurt.” He spoke as if he felt all those things at the moment. “And the smoke. I couldn’t breathe,” the child continued.I felt warmth on my mouth. It was coming from his finger and getting stronger. Soon, it started burning. “You left me there,” my son explained, in a voice filled with pain.Then he put his hand on my face. It felt as if my face were on fire. I couldn’t even scream. “See what you did to me?” He added his other hand onto my face.I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but nothing came out of my mouth. The pain was immeasurable. Suddenly I heard a scream that wasn’t mine. “You left me to burn! Your own child!!” The voice got louder and louder.But then it stopped. I could see nothing. There was only darkness before my eyes. I saw slight light. It got brighter and brighter until I saw it. My bedroom. I had just woken up.I was so happy. But then I smelled something. Smoke. Something was burning.Story Number TwoMistakesBy Horsenwelleshttps://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/MistakesI write this as... Well, there's no easy way to explain this. I'm no longer alive. I know, it seems impossible and you could discredit me right now, but I will try my hardest to explain this. I'm not alive in the conventional sense at least. I'm typing these very words in a new body; the body of my best friend. Let me start at the beginning as best I can.It was about twelve years ago when I met him. James is his name. The man who I'm a part of right now. He and I were like brethren. We would talk about the same films, listen to the same music, gander the same women. From the moment he tore into the fact that I wore sharks to college and I rebutted something about his silly cap that hung low on each side of his face and held a small fluffy ball atop his head, I could tell we were going to get along.When we finished college after hundreds of nights of Monsters and ramen cups, I thought we would drift apart with the tide of life and think about the times we shared as a passive memory. We didn't. He jumped onto a local job at a deli, (naturally as he had a masters in psychology.) and I ended up working next door at a tiny indie record store. (While I had a masters in physics. Go figure.) Every day I'd go into the deli for one of his delicious marinara melts and he'd come over to hang out behind the counter and li