FOURTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL NAMED RUTH WAS SITTING AT HOME EATING TACOS WHILE BABYSITTING HER BROTHER WHILE HER PARENTS WERE OUT GETTING DRUNK.ITS 9:00 SO SHE PUTS HER BROTHER TO BED AND HE FALLS ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY.SHE WATCHES TV AND AT 1:27am THE PHONE RINGS.SHE PICKS IT UP AND A VOICE THAT SOUNDS ERIE.HE SAYS SOMETHING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE THAT SHE CANNOT UNDERSTAND SO SHE JUST HANGS UP.AND LATER ON AT ABOUT 3:13 THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN.THE SAME VOICE COMES ON THE PHONE HE SAYS CHECK YOUR BROTHERS ROOM!! AND SHE SAYS WHO ARE YOU AND WHATS YOU PROBLEM??THEN SHE HANGS UP.SHE GETS SCARED AND GOES AND CHECKS HIS ROOM JUST IN CASE.SHE OPENS THE DOOR AND SHE SEES HER BROTHER HANGING FROM THE CLOSET DEAD!!!SHE CALLS THE POLICE AND THEY COME RIGHT OVER.THEY DO THE WHOLE INSPECTION THING AND SHE GOES TO COURT AND THE JUDGE FINDS HER GUILTY OF FIRST DEGREE MURDER OF HER BROTHER PELSWICK OSWALD THE THIRD.SHE WAS SENTENCED TO LIFE IN PRISON.THIS IS NO JOKE ITS A TRUE STORY OF A DEAR FAMILY IN FORK CITY, UTAH.SHE HAUNTS THOSE WHO DO NOT RE-TELL HER SYORY AS SHE THINKS THAT ITS THEM WHO MURDERED HER DEAR BROTHER.IF YOU DO NOT SEND THIS TO 15 PEOPLE IN THE NEXT 313 MINUTES SHE WILL APPEAR AT YOUR BEDSIDE AT 3:13 AND TORCHER AND HANG YOU JUST AS IT WAS DONE TO HER BROTHER.I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A JOKE ITS REAL AND THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES FOR DISBELIEF IN THE DEATH OF PELSWICK OSWALD THE THIRD....START SENDING NOW BEFORE ITS TOO LATE
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish i were better
I wish i weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mummy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else im locked up
All the day long.
When i awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks arn't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe i'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says it my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And i run for the door.
He's already locked it
And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!",I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God,have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While i lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And i am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
that is juss soo sad it made my cry xx
I HAV THE TYPE OF M8S THAY IF MY HOUSE WOZ ON FIRE THEY WOULD BE THERE 4 ME BUT ROASTING MARSHMELLOWS ON IT AND HITTING THE FIREMEN I SURE DO LOVE MY M8S LOL XX
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My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish i were better
I wish i weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mummy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else im locked up
All the day long.
When i awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks arn't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe i'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says it my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And i run for the door.
He's already locked it
And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!",I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God,have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While i lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And i am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
that is juss soo sad it made my cry xx