《Creepypasta Facts (TRUE)》MR. WIDEMOUTH
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🎃 Type of pasta- Supernatrual child murderer
🎃 He is a mischievous creature whose nature is to manipulate children into injuring themselves, resulting countless deaths of young children.
🎃 The narrator was diagnosed with mononucleosis or the kissing disease when they were 5-years-old meaning that they would have to be bedridden and housebound.
🎃 The kissing diesease is an infection with the Epstein Barr virus. It is also called the Mononucleosis or Mono for short. The symptoms include- fatigue, fever, rash, and swollen glands. The elder may not have the typical symptons as listed. This is a very common with more then 3 million us cases per year.
🎃 Mr. Widemouth is a petite supernatural creature with looks that almost resembles a Furby- except he has an extremely large mouth for his head size - hence the name. His eyes are also said to be extremely large - along with his crooked ears - but his large mouth is the biggest feature he has.
🎃 Extremely manipulative creature despite his unsettling and strange appearance. Mr. Widemouth was shown to be manipulative throughout his actions in his story
🎃 Mr. Widemouth is highly persuasive and manipulative, especially when in the comfort of children, who are his main targets - probably because they are easier to deceive
🎃 Mr. Widemouth was created by perfectcircle35.
🎃 It's completely unknown if Mr. Widemouth was always a demonic creature, if not, he could have once been a human. Though, it has never been confirmed.
🎃 While it unknown what became of Mr. Widemouth after the house burned down, many have speculated that he died in the fire or he managed to escape and is now hiding somewhere else
🎃 Check under your bed
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thank you for reading and i only added a photo cos he creepy af if u want me to add a photo for all the creepypastas tell me in the comments and i will ^^
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