One day, walking through the streets of Manchester I was approached by Daniel. At first I thought this was a normal interaction until he says "Chambilo, it is time for us to hunt a ghost"

Before I knew it I was in the middle of phasmaphobie having my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ torn in around 9 different ways whilst being trapped in a dark room, cold and alone. Every day he will come back into the room and tickle my feet and touch my extremely underaverage pp (my mummy says it is normal ok so don't judge me)

After 9 years of being trapped in this room I have lost all hope, I have not seen the light of the sun in so long and my bootyhole hurts

If anyone reads this please, call the police... Send help...

Daniel must be stopped