You wanna hear about how I lost my arm? Trust me, you don't! Fine. Well, one night I heard a shriek that was abruptly cut off from upstairs while I was in the kitchen with all the lights on. (Hey, I had creepy thoughts then.) I cautiously walked upstairs. Armed with my little brother's plastic Batman sword, I opened up the door to the room my sister and I share, and then I saw him. He was crouched right over my sister's dead, bleeding body. The man turned and looked at me, head tilted with a creepy, red, carved looking smile. His skin was bleach white, and he had dots in larger circles for eyes. I screamed and ran for the open door, but with his knife, he managed to cut off my arm and a leg. I escaped, and had to move. That's why I live here today in this wheelchair! (Made up realistic story :,P)
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