A myth submitted to the site by Carla Taylor Moore
It was late I had just left my mates street party there was only one way to get home that was through Pork belly forest I gulped . Clutching my coat I walked through I looked at my phone it was 12:52 am. The wind blew out the flame of my white candle stick . There was a bleep it was my phone again , it said on the little blue screen in bold letters out of service SOS! I heard like this evil laugh sort of I was cuddling the tree for my life my nails were scraping of the bark . I got blisters I started to cry then I saw a person come up to me slowly I was thrilled !
A little goth girl was walking up to me ;she was saying something but I couldn't hear ! As she came closer she was singing 'the jack in the box goes round and round pop goes the weasel'. She then legged it towards me. I ran for my life but wherever I went she appeared in front of me she then shouted Pop GOES THE WEASEL !!!! She was licking the blood of her red lips
Bye life ....