Creepypasta21

I sat on the edge of the wall in my stupid vampire cape, grabbing my plastic fangs and hurling them out of sight. My hood was pushed down, freeing my sandy blonde hair and allowing me to exhale slowly, my breath forming as fog in the cold night air as my striking, light blue eyes tear up. I thought this year would be different, I thought that this year I would actually have a normal halloween experience. ... I was wrong. I didn't even want to go to the stupid halloween dance, I just wanted to fit in, to feel like all of the other teenagers for once. How was I supposed to know that one of the ceiling beams would fall and crush me? How was I

“I don’t care if Heaven won’t take me back. Not without you.” Alfred… The name had such a warm, comforting ring to it. But, to your horror, you realized you still didn’t know exactly who this Alfred was. You knew he was the person who Allen reminded you of, but that was about it. You got an image of him, a name, and a personality. But no memory of your relationship with him. You understood you must have known him from your previous life, but you didn’t know how you knew him. Was he a friend? Acquaintance? Family member? You had never been more puzzled. And after that piece of memory returned, you