Now that you have opened this you cant stop reading…

Hi, my name is Michael, I am 9 year old. I died on June 8,1997 because I was beat to death by a bully. His name was Jacob. I died, no-one believed he beat me to death. So returned as a ghost and killed him the following night.

A girl named Payton read scary email. She laughed and deleted it. Later dark night, she heard me breathe and before she could send, her mother screaming. When her mom entered the room, there was blood and I wrote on the wall: “You never see her again.” Well, the police looked for months but they still haven’t found her body. Want to know why?

Another boy read this and thought it was real. Smart boy. That very night, he sent it to all his friends. After he sent it, I appeared in his room and watched over him. I made sure nothing happened to him. Now if you want me to protect you instead of killing you, you have to send this to 15 people or suffer!

NO SEND BACKS!!

stevedasphincter

Oh, there once was a hero named Ragnar the Red
Who came riding to Whiterun from old Rorikstead

And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade
As he told of bold battles and gold he had made

But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red
When he met the shieldmaiden, Matilda, who said:

"Oh you talk, and you lie, and you drink all our mead
Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed"

And so then came clashing and slashing of steel
As the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal

And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more
When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor