There was a girl who once saw a polaroid where there was a picture of a boy who was holding up two fingers like a peace sign. She took the picture and asked everyone at school if they knew the boy. Her answer was always 'no'.
She went home and asked her family, again, 'no'.
She put the picture beside her bed and fell asleep. That night she heard giggles come outside of her window and she jumped up. Walking over to the window, there was no one there.
The next morning, she took the picture again to school with her and continued to ask if anyone knew the boy.
After giving up, she goes home and falls asleep. This night, she heard louder giggles and tapping on her window. She opens her window to follow the shadow she sees. She feels the coldness of the ground beneath her feet as she walks.
Next thing she hears, is a truck's horn and blinding lights. But it is too late, her lifeless body and cracked skull lay motionlessly on the ground. The worried truck driver comes out of the truck and sees the picture of the boy in her hands,
now holding up three fingers.
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