Kagome, Kagome

This is a diary story about an area in Japan during WW2. It is a true story of what happened to the children but I'am writing a diary 1st person perspective which is fiction. This story can be found online as a japanesse song: kagome kagome which translates to circle you, circle you. Also if you go on to www.creepypasta.com or google kagome kagome creepypasta you will find this story. This is about a girl named Helita in a Japanesse orphanage....enjoy!

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13. I Think The Boy Is A Forest Child

 I didn’t eat today, it wasn’t because we weren’t allowed to, it was because the forest children...they just make me forget about life, kind of. I was staring out the window and felt like I could hear them speaking to me, I saw them moving their lips and I heard faint whispers come play! It’ll be fun! That’s all I heard from them, but the weird eye girl was still out there, no doubt. Today I didn’t see the black haired boy and for some reason, I felt bad about that. I got a weird feeling in throat after I saw he was gone and soon I started crying, I didn’t know why. I mean, I don’t care about him, do I?

After dinner had passed I started to feel even sadder because the black haired boy was gone and I didn’t know why. But he came back a few minutes ago but I was happy to see him here and I didn’t know why. He had leaves on him and small patches of dirt, like the forest children. ‘Helita, you will never believe what just happened’ he had said to me and I didn’t know what to answer so I didn’t ‘Look’ he said after that and he went into a running mode and ran through me and I started laughing because it felt weird. But a few kids started looking at me and some were looking at the black boy, it’s like the rest couldn’t see him and that was weird. I looked back at the forest children out side; the sun was an inch away from letting itself fall into the sky of somewhere else in the world. The black boy fell through the window ledge then he stood up again and just stood next to me. There was a kid I saw with the forest children but he wasn’t playing with them, he was halfway up a tree he couldn’t climb, I going back to my bed because I’am tired now, good night diary.

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