Smile ---------- A/N: This is based on the creepypasta 'The Smiling Man'. ouo I just wrote this so I could just get out of writers block, but after I wrote this my mind just went blank again. :I ---------- I just moved to London and recently heard a serial killer just broke out of prison. It was about 1-2 AM in the morning, in (c/n) I would always go out of my apartment and just take a lovely walk outside, eventhough it was night. So, my roommate, Alfred,  was sleeping so I just found myself sitting up in my bed, bored. I always walked out taking a scroll when the dark sky was out waiting for me. I spent 4 years like that and I felt lik

WARNING! CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND SWEARING AND MAYBE BLOOD AND STICKY STUFF. I'M WARNING YOU, THIS FANFIC WILL MAKE YOU PARANOID. When I was sixteen years old, I got my first cell phone. It was a normal flip phone, one that blinked red when I had a new text message. The first time I got one of the messages, I didn't think much of it. ???: Ti amo. Me: I think you have the wrong number...Sorry. ???: No, ti amo. Me: Really? Well...Who are you? ???: Your true love. I showed the message to my friend, Elizaveta. She just laughed and shrugged her shoulders. I didn't reply to the mysterious man's text and promptly forgot all about it. I figured the