The soul of an old-school NoSleep creepypasta.
Reposted from
Uncle Duke
Big Bird stepped backwards slowly, almost imperceptibly. Elmo cocked his head. “Where birdie going?” he croaked. “Nowhere,” replied Big Bird, eyeing the knife in Elmo’s hand, “nowhere at all.” “Good,” said Elmo, “Elmo loves you!” He smiled, and Big Bird’s blood turned to ice.
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