My last post

We are currently in my room, my friend is shaking violently. The knocks on my door are getting loander. I don't think it can hold her much longer, How I wish I didn't let him in tonight, how I wish I didn't listen to his story! Oh God is this how I'll die?

My friend, Arman's perents work abord. Some hours ago they called his aunt saying a crazy man barged into their office begging for help. He was saying something about a girl, how she's the reason his friends are dead. And now she's coming for him. Her name is 'Luna'. But only an hour after that call, his aunt recived another call from their number. Except that it was police. They informed his aunt that the his perents were killed. Their body was rippled apart, as if a wild animal had attacked them. His aunt, devastated, called him, informing him about his perents death and the last words they said before their death.

But as she was explaing it, there was a knock on her door. Arman, confused and in tears told her not to open the door. But it was too late. He heard a loud bang, as if the door was torn down, following with with the horrifying screams of his aunt.

Arman dropped his phome and ran straight to my house. We live very close. He entend my house shaking in fear, telling me about the thing, about Luna. She's now coming for him.

I tried to comfort him, saying that it was probably a coincidence. I opend my phone to see who was Luna

I only found a single article after searching for a long time. It said-

Luna Anderson was a girl who lived in London during to the late 1800s. Her abusive mother tortured her every day saying that the day she becomes 18, she will kick her out of the house. Depressed and tormented, she took all her photos, cloths and anything that had her information and lit it in fire befor jumping in it herself, taking her own life. Since then, anybody who knows even the smallest detail about her is hunted by her vengeful spirit and are murder...

*THUD

I looked up. There was a knock on my door. My heart sank in terror. No! Is that really her?

The knocks became louder and louder. Now it felt like somone trying to break my door down.

I'm currently writin this down, this might be my last post. She has come for me, and now...

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