WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if you copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow.You will either get kissed or asked out, if you break this chain u will see a little dead girl in your room
STOP! You must continue reading or else you WILL die. There was once a boy named Eric who lived in Chicago. He was a kind caring boy who never caused anyone harm. But no one paid any attention to him. One day, he went into the restroom and hung himself from the ceiling. And no one missed him. Now he seeks revenge on people for never giving him the affection and attention he deserves.
Unless you forward this to ten other people in the next minute, he will come into your room and drag you to the restroom and hang you by a cord....
"Ah, hello Nigel. What are you doing?"
"Ah, hello Fredrick. I'm just making a chain letter."
"Oh, may I read it?"
"Be my guest!"
"Let's see.... Eric.... Hung......... Ten people in..... Hold on, they only get a minute?"
"Yes problem, this chain letter is never going to be spread."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, everyone who reads this is going to die by the time they've finished reading."
"There's speed readers out there."
"Not many. Even if they did finish they couldn't copy and paste this to even one person with what time they'd have left. And you expect them to send it to ten people!?"
"Well no, you see it's.... My god, you're right. Bugga!"
"Indeed, you buggered it up again. Can't you give them more time?"
"No, it's too late, I already posted it."
"Oh, I see."
"Well, it's too late. God, I feel so depressed now."
"Don't worry Nigel, it happens to all of us. You can't expect to get a chain letter right the first time.
"Well, it's not that. This was supposed to make me feel better about my lack of social life and low self esteem. Now I have to write another one. I feel really down about this."
"Hm, I see. I know. Let's go out to the pub, get drunk, and you can try again in the morning after you're over your hangover."
"Sounds like a delightful idea."
"I'll pay. I heard they have wonderful vodka on sale tonight."
"Oh, really? Well, I'm more of a margarita person myself.