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the person who posts first gets one million dollars
the second person gets killed by a man eating tiger
the third person gets drowned
the fourth person gets to tame a wild fire wolf -
Um...Hi?
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KWRIGHT!!! YOU JUST WON ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!
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O.O Say what? I just wanted to talk...
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what did you want to talk about?
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ANYTHING! I'm bored out of my mind! Oh....and you can call me kr, kw, or Kiandra if you'd like.
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ok, lets tell each other scary stories
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Okay, but don't make them to scary. If you creep me out. I'M GONNA HAUNT YOU!
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you start first kr
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~Heartbeat~
Something was going on. Jason felt it in his bones. Polly was too happy, too cheerful. No woman could be that upbeat and still be faithful to her husband. Jason sat down to a delicious, warm meal every night, and Polly sang to herself as she washed up. What kind of woman could be cheerful doing dishes? Try as he might, Jason never heard anything that hinted of a secret romance. It drove him crazy. Life was not this perfect.
Maybe Polly was seeing the milkman, or the grocer. Jason started getting up early in order to see who it was that delivered the milk. Much to his disappointment, the fellow looked as if hed been born several centuries ago. Then Jason started doing the food shopping, and checked out every single male employee in the local grocery store. They were either antediluvian relictslike the milkmanor still in diapers.
Later that month Jason was over at his father-in-laws house working in the garage when he over heard his father-in-law call to HankPollys high-school boyfriend. Now he knew! He knew why Polly was so happy all the time. Her parents must have told her that Hank was coming home, and she was planning on running off with him.
Enraged with jealousy, Jason was waiting in the kitchen when Polly got back from church. He was beyond reason. He snatched up a newly sharpened steak knife, howling: Youve cut out my heart, now Ill cut out yours! Jason leapt around the table and ripped Pollys still-beating heart out of her chest. Blood streaming everywhere, he sailed out the back door into the dark night and flung her heart, still thumping, over the side of the bridge that spanned the creek next to their home.
Jason cleaned up the blood-stained house with extreme care and buried Pollys body deep in the woods outside of town. Then he wrote several letters, carefully mimicking Pollys handwriting, and mailed them to himself and her parents. Within a few days, everyone in town believed that Polly had been secretly seeing a man from the next town and that they had run away together.
Late one evening, he went out to the bridge to gloat in triumph over his unfaithful wife. Polly had gotten what she deserved, he thought. As he stood staring down at the water, he became aware of a vibration under his feet. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. It floated softly through the air, a simple rhythmic thudding. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Jasons hands began to tingle as he recognized the soft thudding sound. It was the same beat he had felt when he held Pollys bleeding heart in his hands. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.
The heartbeat rang in his ears, thundering so loud that he was afraid it would wake the neighbors. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Jason clapped his hands over his ears and ran back to the house. But he could not escape the terrible sound: Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Even the floorboards seemed to vibrate to the slow, steady rhythm. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. It sounded like a heart-beat. Pollys heartbeat. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.
Jason screamed in terror and flung himself out of the house, running toward the bridge as the heartbeat grew louder and louder in his ears. Jason leaned over the railing.
Curse you, Polly! he shouted.
Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.
With a wild shriek, Jason flung himself headfirst off the bridge like a diver, and was smashed to death on the rocks below.
Underfoot on the bridge, the pavement still vibrates to the beat of a dead heart. For now and always.
Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. -
Once, there was a little girl. Everyone thought she'd died years ago. Her playmates from many years ago were all old and wrinkly and cranky. Or dead. But she forever remained an 'innocent' six-year-old girl. Her new playmates were the shadows. Her pets were the cockroaches that hid in the old abandoned shack she called home.
One day, she was out walking in the woods. Two young children were playing in the woods. They were playing hide and seek. The little girl was counting. She counted. The little boy was running deep into the woods, not knowing how far into the dark woods he was getting. This was where the girl was. The little boy bumped into her accidentally.
"Hey! Wanna play with me and my sister?" the little boy asked, smiling.
"What game?" the girl asked.
"Hide and seek."
"Fine. I'm it." The girl grabbed the boy by his throat, dragging him up into a tree. The little girl was walking down the path toward the girl and the little boy, now.
"Isaac?" she shouted. "Isaac, where are you? I'm scared!" A drop of something fell on her head. Then onto her shirt. Then some on the ground. She looked up to see what it was. The girl smiled down at the little girl, holding the dead body of the little boy by the neck. Her hands were covered in blood. She smiled.
"You're next." -
that was a bit creepy
revenge of midnight
I knew I wasn't safe, and my pack wasn't either, I could hear midnight's angry howl, and it became extremely cold and black smoke or mist was surrounding the whole forest, I wanted midnight to stop coming back for good, I saw his shadow and tackled him and he howled in anger again, I bit him over and over again and I was desperatly trying to kill him, I saw him close his eyes and finally fall over, and he stopped breathing, I have finally killed him, but I had a weird feeling, I ignored it and slowly walked back to my territory where my pack was, "midnight is now dead" I told the whole pack, and they all seemed happy, and they didn't seem scared anymore, but I felt as if I was being watched, I was tired, so, I went into my cave and laid down, and I was soon asleep, ( I will tell the rest tomorrow ) GTG!!! -
Continue?
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DROWNED. OHHH YEAH.
What are we doing, again? 8/ -
once.....I SAW A SPIDER ON MY FOOT!
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