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Sexy Mexicana_15 Report | 06/05/2008 9:08 pm

Hi, I am Teddy. Once you read this you cannot get out. Finish reading this until it is done! As I said, I am Teddy. I am 7 years old. I have no eyes and blood all over my face. I am dead. If you don’t send this to at least 12 people I will come to your house at midnight and I‘ll hide under your bed. When you’re asleep, I’ll kill you. Don’t believe me? Case 1 Patty Buckles Got this e-mail. She doesn’t believe in chain letters. Well, Foolish Patty. She was sleeping when her TV started flickering on and off. Now she’s not with us anymore. Ha ha patty, Ha ha! You don’t want to be like Patty, do you? Case 2 George M. Simon Hates chain mail, but he didn’t want to die that night. He sent it to 4 people. Not good enough George. Now, George is in a coma, we don’t know if he’ll ever wake up. Ha ha George, Ha ha! Now, do you want to be like George? Case 3 Valarie Tyler She got this letter. Another chain letter she thought. Only had 7 people to send to. Well, That night when she was having a shower she saw bloody Mary in the mirror. It was the BIGGEST fright of her life. Valarie is scarred for life. Case 4 Derek Minse This is the final case I’ll tell you about. Well, Derek was a smart person. He sent it to 12 people. Later that day, he found a $100.00 bill on the ground. He was premoted to head officer at his job and his girlfriend said yes to his purposal. Now, Katie and him are living happily ever after. They have 2 beautiful children. Send this to at least 12 people or you’ll face the consequences. 0 people- You will die tonight 1-6 people- you will be injured 7-11 people- you will get the biggest fright of your life 12 and over- you are safe and you will have a good fortune! Do What Teddy Says!!!! Hurry, you must send to 12 people before midnight tonight

Sexy Mexicana_15 Report | 06/03/2008 3:38 pm

My Name is sarah





I am but three,





My eyes are swollen





I cannot see





I must be stupid, 





I must be sad, 





What else could have made 





My daddy so mad?





I wish I was better I wish I weren’t ugly, 





Then maybe my mommy 





Would still want to hug me 





I can’t speak at all





















































I cant’ do a wrong





















































Or else I’m locked up





















































All the day long





















































When I awake I’m all alone





















































The house is dark





















































My folks aren’t home.





















































When my mommy does come





















































I’ll try and be nice,





















































So maybe I’ll get just





















































One whipping thonight





















































Don’t make a sound!





















































I just heard a car





















































My daddy is back





















































From Charlie’s Bar.





















































I hear him curse





















































My name he calls





















































I press myself





















































Against the wall.





















































I try and hide





















































From his evil eyes





















































I’m so afraid now





















































I’m starting to cry.





















































He finds me weeping





















































He shouts ugly words,





















































He says its my fault





















































That he suffers at work.





















































He slaps me and hits me





















































And yells at me more,





















































I finally get free





















































And I run for the door.





















































He’s already locked it





















































And I start to bawl,





















































He takes me and throws me





















































Against the hard wall.





















































I fall to the floor





















































With my bones nearly broken,





















































And my daddy continues





















































With more bad words spoken.





















































“I’m sorry!”, I scream





















































But its now much too late





















































His face has been twisted





















































Into unimaginable hate.





















































The hurt and the pain





















































Again and again





















































Oh please God, Have mercy!





















































Oh please let it end!





















































And he finally stops





















































And heads for the door,





















































While I lay there motionless





















































Sprawled on the floor.





















































My name is Sarah





















































And I am but three,





















































Tonight my daddy





















































Murdered me.























There was once a little girl named Chelsey Mcaun. She was killed in 1933, by a homicial maniac who buried her alive while chanting a satanic chant. Those were the words spoken, and now you have read them… Anyone who reads the chandt will meet this small child. In the middle of the night, she wil be on your ceiling, as you sleep, she will sofocate you as, as she was sofocated… Unless you send this to at least 20 people before tomorrow, so she will leave you 

Sexy Mexicana_15 Report | 04/11/2008 6:02 pm

hey hit me up some time so we can meet.

Sexy Mexicana_15 Report | 04/05/2008 8:09 pm

hey toney srry i left the rally my computer froze