Chapter 1
Do you believe in urban legends? No, better question, are you scared of urban legends?
Well, here's one for you.
I was eight years old when it happened. At the crack of the daylight, my mother would always wake all of us up with a loud angry voice of hers. She wasn't just livid, she was annoyed. Done with the childish play.
"Who put red paint all over the floor again!?"
Nobody answered. My eldest brother, Vicky, he groaned and sat jabbed me at my sight, yelping as he laughed at me while mom glared at us.
If only looked closely, one could say that the red footprints all over the living room was not paint but blood.
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