7 children (cheesy horror story)

One kid. Poor farmer. He was so devastated. His wife had 6 kids. They lived on a farm. No ghosts, no monsters, just a nice peaceful farm. Him and his wife shared a house together, and for each of his 6 kids, he built a mini barn for them.

A nice father. He cared about his family. I don’t know why you’d want 6 kids, but anyway...

Soon his wife was going to have a 7th child. Seriously? a 7th? *eh am* My bad...moving on.

The farmer decided to continue his tradition of building a mini barn for his kids. It took a while, and a lot of hard work, but he finished it before the baby was born.

One the day of the child’s birth, things didn’t go well. The child had died, and seemed to take the mother down with 'em. The farmer was in such pain. His son was dead, and so now was his wife.

He went to the barn for the 7th child, and burnt it. He made sure every bit of wood fell to ashes. His kids saw this. they came up to him and asked what was going on.

Poor psycho father killed them all. Throwing them into the fire. No...that can’t be right. Did he kill them? That’s just stereotypical. Is this really how it goes? It is? Oh...well ok.

So he killed his family and then killed himself. The end.

“Some ending there, Voidkin.”

“I didn’t make the story up...”