One night, these kids were coming tahanan from a party and there was a cemetery about one block away from home. One kid was telling the others about a local legend. If you go and stand on the grave for ten segundos and stab a kutsilyo into it, a hand will grab you and pull you into the grave with the corpse. One girl was bravo enough to do it for $20.00. She got a knife, walked to a grave, stood on it, and stabbed the kutsilyo into it. Suddenly, her leg felt heavy and she tried to pick it up, but something was grabbing HER! She was yelling and crying for help, but her mga kaibigan thought she was kidding, so they just left. The susunod day, they found out that she had died, of fright. She thought that somebody was grabbing her, but the kutsilyo she was using had pierced her pants and held her there.
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I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry or scream.
Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The segundo I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.
He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours nakaraan I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.
Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.
I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.
It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a bilog with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.
To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the pader that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.
The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.
I peek at the creatures masterpiece.
'I know you're awake.
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You know what? I'll just edit this later because I seriously think I'm gonna have a Heartattack if I'll read another single story...I've read enough for tonight, and I mean it.
I get scared pretty easily, sometimes it's fun and sometimes it isn't, so yeah...I'll edit this later...
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I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry or scream.
Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The segundo I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.
He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours nakaraan I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.
Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.
I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.
It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a bilog with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.
To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the pader that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.
The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.
I peek at the creatures masterpiece.
'I know you're awake.
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You know what? I'll just edit this later because I seriously think I'm gonna have a Heartattack if I'll read another single story...I've read enough for tonight, and I mean it.
I get scared pretty easily, sometimes it's fun and sometimes it isn't, so yeah...I'll edit this later...
when that angel sits on my shoulder
whispers into my puso
a peace , a harmony
a bliss feeling of out of control
the angel appears to you in form of desire
you float along with the force of ...
woooooooooooooooo
you jump about
cos you cant sit down
the power of jolly drunk without the drink
the power to make others happy
this angel with her good intensions
will make you fly
the angel will make you cry
the angel will make you feel how others feel
so you can empathise
and be ver wise in emotionial terms
theres an internal war
between the angel and the death
they fight feroususly
but they dont even relise
they have both already Nawawala
whispers into my puso
a peace , a harmony
a bliss feeling of out of control
the angel appears to you in form of desire
you float along with the force of ...
woooooooooooooooo
you jump about
cos you cant sit down
the power of jolly drunk without the drink
the power to make others happy
this angel with her good intensions
will make you fly
the angel will make you cry
the angel will make you feel how others feel
so you can empathise
and be ver wise in emotionial terms
theres an internal war
between the angel and the death
they fight feroususly
but they dont even relise
they have both already Nawawala
"I promise my dear that i will tell no one of what you will tell me today " sinabi the man .
"Alright but you will not like what i tell you .' 'I do not know where to begin ."
"Just start with your name I am willing to listen " sinabi the man " i am doctor after all."
"ok , my name is Melody Willgrove and i am a werewolf "
alright if you want hear madami . tell me because that was just a prologue .sorry if it bored u
A Really Bad Day
There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour.
Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps susunod to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a man cry."
"No, it's not that. This araw is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police sinabi that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away."
"I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in kama with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you ipakita up and drink my poison."
There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour.
Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps susunod to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a man cry."
"No, it's not that. This araw is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police sinabi that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away."
"I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in kama with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you ipakita up and drink my poison."