Insect mysticism and the neighbor's son

Hi, my name is Erfan. I am XNUMX years old. My story starts from there. When he came, I saw him outside and called him. He came and said, "Mohammad, our blood is empty. Let's go and see him." He said, "The first saw hit me, and then I came for XNUMX minutes. Now I was screaming. I told him to lie down so that I could scream even more. He also lay down. I took it and he said what are you doing, I said nothing, I just want to say goodbye, then I said, "Who are you?" He ran away and I grabbed him and punched him in the head and back a few times. I knocked on my door and emptied it. When I saw the corner, I saw that it was torn and a little blood was coming from it. I put a few paper towels in the hole. I either do it or I suck on it, written by Erfan