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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22. They Are My Friends

 

Teiru had joined them, he is with the forest children, in the bathrooms. Just the same stuff goes on when I’m there. They chant kagome, kagome then offer me to play. Today I grabbed Teiru’s hand and another child; she had a broken neck by the looks of it.  We chanted together ‘kagome, kagome’ I was the only child among them, a child others could see, a child among the forest children. When I was gone the Nazis were outside waiting for me, the creepy woman (Jaramine) grabbed my arm and she said ‘this thing is very pretty, very complex, it’s a shame it has to come of” Jaramine smiled and grabbed tighter and then she kept on walking through places I didn’t know. I started crying. I didn’t want her to touch me, she was grabbing tightly on my arm and it was sore, so I didn’t like it. I had another one of those panic thingies and I passed out. When I could see light again, I didn’t have an arm and the only thing I saw was Jaramine holding it in her left arm, my right arm. And it was covered in blood and she was smiling, like my picture. ‘Wakey, wakey. Helita” she said and hit me on the arm and smiled. I slapped her in the face then grabbed her arm and bit it. ‘I don’t like your name, are you ok?” I said and I sat back on the table and swung my legs ‘I don’t like you very much, can you die?”

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