Everyone knew Zachary as the quiet kid. The one who sat in the back of class, never raised his hand, and always wore that faded gray hoodie—even in summer. He didn’t have friends, not really. But he wasn’t bullied either. People just… forgot he was there.
Derek never showed up to school again. When the police searched his house, they found his phone on the nightstand, still open to the camera roll. zachary creepypasta
Except in the last one.