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THE KITTENS WHERE JUST PLAYING WITH A FOLDABLE TABLE AND IT FELL AND I NEARLY DIED. I TURNED AROUND, AND WAS LIKE 'OH NO, WHAT'S GONNA KILL ME THIS TIME!?' AND I JUST SEE THE KITTENS RUNNING AWAY.

Akeda and I walked down a crowded street of London, chatting. She flips her fabulus hair over her shoulder and I shake my head, laughing. We stumble upon a old Police Box, y'know, one of those big blue ones? Anyway, we look around, and no one seems to notice it. We decide to head in, but when we try to open the door, it's jammed. "Aw. There's probably nothing in there anyway...." Akeda says. I shake my head, persistent. I pull a lock picking kit out of my pocket, (don't exactly know why I have this) and start picking the lock. I finally get it unlocked and Akeda becomes nervous, telling me to hurry. I open the door and step inside, my breath

Authors Note: I do not own creepy pasta; I am simply a huge fan of them. I do not own Laughing Jack, but he is one of my favorites. This story may be disturbing for younger readers, and I do not advise you reading it if you are younger. This story is completely fiction. Also, if you are sensitive to animal death, do not read. (Oh, and to the people who read/watched the actual Laughing Jack story, I know the end is sorta like its end. I ran out of ideas, sorry!) Have fun reading! ~-Moth-~ My daughter, Emma, was seven, her hair straight and bleach blonde, her eyes a baby blue. One day I heard her talking to someone so I looked through my study'