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Posted Nov 5, '13 at 2:03pm

EmperorPalpatine

EmperorPalpatine

9,475 posts

your it's

you're its
 

Posted Nov 5, '13 at 3:02pm

Nerdsoft

Nerdsoft

1,284 posts

Here's one from my old primary school, which I've annotated somewhat because I think it's better. Kind of like "Knock Knock Knock", only nock.
Drip, Drip, Drip
There was a noise. A dripping noise. Coming from the bathroom. It didn't sound like a leak, but what else could it be? It didn't sound right. I put my hand under the bed, waiting for the comforting lick of the dog. It came, of course. Reassured, I shut my eyes.
But I didn't sleep. I just lay there, unnerved. I put my hand under there again. The dog licked it again. Once more, I shut my eyes. I still couldn't sleep.
I didn't know why, but the lick comforted me. Maybe it was the warmth, maybe the slobbery tongue was associated with the protection of the household pet.
Well, I did the same thing again. And again. But this time, I didn't even shut my eyes. I just got out of bed, took a deep breath, and went to the toilet. But the drip was just a leak. Nothing more. So I turned back, walking towards the bedroom.
Then I realised.

I have no dog.

 

Posted Nov 5, '13 at 3:07pm

Nerdsoft

Nerdsoft

1,284 posts

Shoot, did you want to keep this as your stuff only? Just say and I'll move it.

 

Posted Nov 9, '13 at 4:14am

MageGrayWolf

MageGrayWolf

9,798 posts

Knight

you're its


Hmm, I usually catch that one.

Shoot, did you want to keep this as your stuff only? Just say and I'll move it.


The idea was to be primarily my stuff but it's okay, no need to take it down.
 

Posted Nov 13, '13 at 1:10am

Nurvana

Nurvana

2,599 posts

so it can crawl right in and up your leg. When you sleep it crawls on your chest


Ugh that makes my skin crawl. Well done Mage.
 

Posted Nov 13, '13 at 1:59am

Skeleton_Pilot

Skeleton_Pilot

1,370 posts

Great stories! I have to remember not to read stuff like this so late at night... keep them coming nonetheless!

 

Posted Nov 13, '13 at 4:17am

EmperorPalpatine

EmperorPalpatine

9,475 posts

And if you wake before it's through, you can move,

A bit late now, but shouldn't it be "can't"?
 

Posted Nov 13, '13 at 9:55am

MageGrayWolf

MageGrayWolf

9,798 posts

Knight

A bit late now, but shouldn't it be "can't"?


Yes... Head desk...
 

Posted Dec 10, '13 at 2:47am

metalplastic

metalplastic

191 posts

I remember reading something...but I can't remember much so it's gonna be a little fuzzy:
In an uncle/aunt's house this girl will leave at night to hang out with friends, she says goodbye to her cousin and tells her that she'll be back in a while. Her cousin responds with just a nod. After going down the stairs she sees her cousin once again. She tells her that she just saw her upstairs but her cousin said she just arrived home.

 

Posted Dec 26, '13 at 5:47pm

Pieguyme

Pieguyme

1,034 posts

This seemed like a good place to post this. I did this for english class, and just thought I'd share it. Keep in mind, I am terrible author, so don't expect much. By the way, i thought the very first story on this thread was awesome.

In the State of Ohio, there is a deserted back road. Along the edge lies a cabin where no one has been since the incident. For many years, the reason has been hidden, but now it will be revealed.

On a bright, summer day, a red SUV drove up a long, winding, dark, road. Before the night was through, the three unsuspecting people inside would be changed for the rest of their lives. However long that would be. âPull overâ, said Henry, the young, nervous, photographer. âThis river should provide a good cover for the book Iâm taking pictures for.â Henry, the 6 foot 8 professional football player who, by his own account, wasnât afraid of anything, said, âWhy do you have to ruin everything we do with your stupid photography?â While these two argued whether or not to pull over, the oldest of the three travelers, 32 year old Charles Smith, Ph.D, sat, waiting for the storm to pass. In his thick British accent, he said, âWould you two stop that incessant bickering? We decided to go on this trip just for fun. We canât do this if youâre going to be disagreeing all the time.â After this, the trio drove on in silence until reaching their destination, an old log cabin in the woods with a river running in the valley next to it. While the three unpacked, an unknown presence was watching them from the edge of the woods. Watching, waiting.

âIâm going out to for a spot of fresh airâ, said Charles, as he walked out the door. The other two were inside fixing dinner, and he wanted a break in his friends never-ending arguing. As he walked along the river, he felt something was watching him from the ridge above. He turned abruptly when he heard shells crunching under someoneâs footsteps. Nervously, he said, âWhoâs there?â The sound stopped. âIâm warning you, if you try anything, I will call Scotland Yard.â In reality, this was impossible as they were not in England. While slowly backing up, Charles kept shouting out warnings to the unknown individual. Suddenly, he felt the rough, dirt wall behind him. He had run out of space to flee. âWell, I suppose thereâs nothing to do but wait, and hope for the best.â Slowly, the footsteps started again. They were coming closer. Charles felt a chill go down his spine. Then, the shadowy figure was revealed. âWhat are you doing out, Charles?â It was Henry. âHenry!? I thought you were making supper with Henry.â To this Henry looked surprised and said, âNo. You were supposed to be the one making dinner. We thought you were going to get back in time, so we didnât start yet.â Now it was Charlesâ turn to look surprised. âBut I saw you two in the kitchen!â The two friends shared a horrified look as they walked back to the cabin in silence.

âI really donât think this is a good idea, guys,â said Henry as he looked at the old cabin that was replaced long ago by a better one. âRemember why this place closed? There was a murder in the back room.â Henry had persuaded Henry and Charles to visit this place, but was now having second thoughts himself. Of course, he would never let the others know this. âYou can head back if you want, Henry. That is, if youâre scared.â At this insult, Henry immediately jumped to the front of the group, determined to prove himself. As they slowly entered the dimly lit cabin, a crow sprung from itâs nest above the spot where the door used to be. A black feather floated down from the nest and landed at Henryâs feet. With a perfectly timed gust of wind, it quickly flew into the dark recesses of the cabin. As the three continued to walk, a creaking out of time with their steps caught the attention of Charles. âI say, does anyone else here that?â At this everyone stopped in their tracks. The sound continued, and Charles deduced that it was coming from the ceiling. Now that he looked at it, the ceiling seemed to be caving in. âHENRY, LOOK OUT!â Just as Henry jumped out of the way, a boulder a foot and a half wide and just as tall fell from the ceiling and landed right where he had been standing only a moment before. The trio simply stared in awe at the fallen object that could have killed Henry. Their stares then switched to the hole in the ceiling. Several large spiders crawled out of holes in the rotted boards, while a rope that looked like it had once held a heavy object-such as a huge rock-hung from the ceiling of the room above. âSo,â said Henry. âAnyone want to find out whoâs trying to kill us?â The response was immediate, unanimous, and logical. âNo! Letâs get out of here.â The three friends drove away from the cabin quickly, and filed suit against the owners. An investigation was launched by the local police, and the two cabins were torn down. Thatâs the reason no one has been there for a while.

 
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