DEAD END!!!

Before reading this story I beg you not to read these words "le demire koman shinday". Now if you have read this loud you are in the story. I can see you. Now let me explain to you what is the meaning of these words from a story.

My sister and I were studying at 2:30 am. After finishing our studies my sister asked me if I was scared of horror stories. I replied with a "no". She continued, "ok then, do you know the story of the bridge near us?" I replied with excitement "no". My sister said with a cold accord, "there were 22 murders every year in that bridge, when people were asked about this everyone ignored them, but some people answered and they disappeared after few days, the villagers heard several screaming from that tunnel but no one dared to go there, even our father does not allow us to pass that bridge".

My sister asked "scared yet" and I replied "not at all" but in reality, I pooped my pants. Enough of the jokes, let us jump to reality. My sister said, "whenever I walk through the bridge in the morning which most people avoid, I see blood painted walls of the bridge". Lights went off and we heard a scream from our hall, we ignored it but we got slightly scared. We thought mom and dad were arguing and my sister lit a candle and continued with the story. "When I was walking through the bridge I saw le demire koman shinday written in big red bloodletters and I am the only one who has seen it and there is also a portrait of a man with no eyes, a black goat head, big claws and blood on his horns" and it is said that if you read those words three times he will be free. My sister said, " whomever he kills never gets to go to heaven and he takes over the body of the suspect and the suspect would become the goat man and the suspect could be free if you said it one time cause the spell becomes too powerful. My sister said, "in order for the goat-man to stay alive he has to kill people and eat children". I joked and said le demire koman shinday three times. The candle went off with an eerie sound. My sister lit the candle again and screamed to look behind me and I saw a dark shadow with a big rusted axe behind me.

Next day in the news: A family of four were brutally killed. There is no clue of the murder. If I am DEAD, who is writing this story? THANKS FOR SETTING ME FREE. LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!!! NEEXT GOATT MANN.