Shit's absolutely bonkers, I tell you.
You're accidentally added to a chat filled with serial killers, let's hope that doesn't go too badly... Yeah, it went badly. But it was fun while it lasted, right?
This story is a rewrite, updates are often sl...
Full Name: Finn Kyle Coleman Age: 19 Height: 6'2 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Status: Dead Species: Sort of like a poltergeist Favorite color: Sky blue Favorite food: Pizza Hobbies: Star gazing, playing guitar, collecting rocks, and reading manga Hair color: Blonde and wavy Eye color: Light green Personality: Kind, flirty, funny, bubbly, and extroverted Style:IMAGESNOTMINE
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On one particularly dark night a tragedy took place at the Coleman's residence. No stars were visible in the sky that night and everybody in the house hold was sleeping soundly...
...That was until the fire alarms in the house started blaring. In the heat of the moment Lora and Sam Coleman's first thought was to run to to their only child's room. An eight year old boy named Finn.
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They bolt down the hall to their son's room. What they see there is absolutely terrifying. The flames of the fire are quickly spreading towards Finn's sky blue bedroom door. Sam tries to open the door but for some reason it just won't budge. The handle was burning hot and burned his flesh. He holds his injured had to his chest. Lora is huddled close behind him; trying her best to contain her sobs. He proceeds to try to kick down the door but his attempts are futile.
"F-finn, baby, can you hear me?! It's momma!" Lora calls out, the flames are quickly spreading towards her and her husband.
"If you can hear me, I need you to be a good boy and listen to your momma. I need you to go over to your bedroom window and push it open. Then I need you to climb out and go next door and get help." She receives no reply, her sobs gradually become louder.
"Finn!" Sam calls out, kicking the bedroom door repeatedly.
Inside the room, alongside there son stood a mentally disturbed boy, the starter of the fire. He gazed down on the small boy who was out cold. A small, kind of deranged smile crept onto his face. He quietly opens the window, slipping outside and closing it behind him just as quietly. He gazes up at his work like a proud parent would look at their child. The house was almost completely engulfed in flames now. He takes out a old looking phone and snaps a quick picture before calling up the fire department.
