Well, when Muskrat throws out his honk, ya gotta hit it.
Can You Write A Horror Story In Two Sentences?
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Yeah, my mind is still trying to imagine these backrooms you guys talk about. Sounds like a Stephen King style, smoke-filled speakeasy. Windup piano and glasses clinking.
There were all kinds of back threads for different thing to talk and post about while the boards were shut down.
Heck, we had parties - thinking the mods weren't looking too close. You had to be secret squirrel type. (I thought)
The Rat had the BackROoom. anything goes and went there. We had to clean up after. Twas fun. bar snacks. Sweeping random skmb member off the juke with quarters. dancin like mad. He still owes me for Pine Sol, I think.
Siggs.. Brought the parties. Oh mans, you bring a tray, we were in.
Spent lots of nights with the crowd gettin sillier and sillier. But the buffet we all provided was outstanding.
I still owe you a Mimosa , sigs.
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Christopher's snot slithered down the old lady's cheek. She licked it up.
And I will say again, we WERE watching. Our hands weren't so tied in those areas.
....Christopher has quite the leaky HONKer....
And the old lady is disgusting. And the whole thing is horror!
But we were still respectful and polite to each other and kept in mind the spirit of the main boards. Just talked more freely.
Hey! thinking of it, there was never any arguments or petty stuff that we see here - that I can remember.
Watching a horror movie and the power goes out. I hear footsteps on the basement stairs.
An unassuming woman with green eyes and an orange shirt knocks at football shaped door in a bar ( she mistook it for a restroom). When an androgynous entity in a neon pink fish suit opens the door and asks her what time it is she pauses, then, without hesitation she rolls her eyes, stands toe to toe with the outlandish figure and shoves it out of the way, only to arrive at the startling conclusion that there is no restroom.
The piping disjointed voices drove him to the mountain to release the thing that should not be.
And even in his dying breath was the darkness of the lost angels that glee.
And even in his dying breath was the darkness of the lost angels that glee.
Bridgette and Lucas were two engaged teens caught in a love triangle; the third point of the triangle being the formers bff and the latter's ex, Wendy. One night, just before the wedding, Wendy had her boyfriend Walt creep into Bridgette's home, cut the power, and slit Bridgette's throat from ear to ear, leaving her scream caught in her throat and her eyes wide open, never to see again.
"You are pregnant, 80s fan. With twins."
^ scariest story I can imagine.
^ scariest story I can imagine.
*kneels and crosses wrists*
I love Big Brother! I love Big Brother! Or is it Big Sister?
The sign on the door read: Heuristics, Oscillators and Networks Knowledgebase, and inside was a laboratory, and inside that laboratory was a device. A device for teleporting your brain out of your head (right from under and behind your honker) while inducing a dream state until the deed is done, but you'll still have eyes, and consciousness, and be able to look out of the jar on the shelf where you'll reside.
Hmmm....
The man was in a hotel room alone and there was no power, so he was in complete darkness. so he said he need a match to light his lantern, and he got one.
The man was in a hotel room alone and there was no power, so he was in complete darkness. so he said he need a match to light his lantern, and he got one.