Horror
A Demon Named Frank
Authors Note: This was the first short story I ever wrote, written in a CreepyPasta style and originally posted on the CreepyPasta website. Since writing this story, I have learned a lot and grown as a writer. Subsequently, considered rewriting the story in it’s entirety. But as I started, something about that felt wrong. I’ve decided to leave the story as it is, albeit slightly rudimentary. I hope you enjoy.
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