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ATTENTION: I was thinking of people voting on a judge or judges.

Do you guys have any suggestions?

Who would be interested in being a judge?

calm your self dude, i don't like making enemies.

There was a man and his dog that were driving there car at night. The man began to get sleepy, sp he decided to camp out for the night. He set up a tent ,and he and his dog went to sleep.
In the middle of the night at 2 oclock or so, it began to rain heavily, and thunder and lighting began. The man was having trouble falling back asleep, but his dog licked his face and conforted him until he fall asleep.
When the man woke up the next morning at around 7, he was horrified to see his dog hanging from a tree. The man was a scientist and could tell that the dog had been dead for over 7 hours. There was also a note that read:[i]Next time, please remember to shave. Your face was too rough."

hhaha. At least SOMEONE gets it.

and yea.. i was thinking of having a moderator be a judge so they could give out points to winners.

Would anyone here be interested in being a judge?

Maybe we could vote on a judge later.

moderator usually have some things to do, or they arent onine, and get over it throad, i posted 3 messages, if thats gunna bother you all ur life get some help.

and get over it throad, i posted 3 messages, if thats gunna bother you all ur life get some help.

Jalex, you are infesting this poor thread. You should of made one like this if you're making a posting spree.

Here's a horror story...

Evilness

There was an AG user called jalex13 and he started infesting this horror thread.

THE END

Writer's block removal try.

She moved through the small streets, getting closer to her home with every step. The evening was mild for winter evenings, but nothing unusual, global warming and all. She was a little nervous, hearing steps behind her where there was no one. The human mind is terrible to be alone with, but as the rational being she was, she ignored it, though walking faster unconsciously.
He turned a corner, walking down the mainstreet. The sound of steps continued, but here, where no one could hide, she saw nothing. The angst took hold of her, the thoughts of monsters and madmen crept into her mind, pictures of her own bloody body after being killed by a serial killer.
Her heart raced, and she almost ran the last couple of meters towards her home. Once inside, she felt safe, of so safe. She knew there was no such things as murderers in the area, no madmen. They were all in her head. This town was safety.
She walked into the livingroom, relaxed, greeting the mutilated corpses of her family with a smile, before beginning the dinner.

i turned around 3 times while reading this one o.o

i turned around 3 times while reading this one o.o

@Cenere: I like the first one more, it's slightly humourous and it has in depth detail of terror, while as the second is more broad and well, I guess I just don't really like it, lol.

I'll post my entire story, in case any of you didn't read it, lol.

The Tale of Silhouette - As told by Nolan "Thoadthetoad" Gardipe

Yet again, I move. I move to yet another house, but this one is a hand me down from Uncle Bruce. The house is my moms DREAMHOUSE, it's so big, 2 kitchens even! 20 Bathrooms, and 25 bedrooms. I have no idea what we could do with all this space. Want to know something that's just weird though? Turns out, mom and dad want to go out on a dang honeymoon! Right after they get their dreamhouse, they leave ME here! NO friends, NO family, nothing but a few articles from a newspaper and an arcade down the street next to the school. Not sure how much help school will be though, considering it's fall break.
+++The Next Day+++
"Alright mom! Yeah, I know the kitchens are filled with food. Yeah, I'll TRY to have fun, as much as that's possible," I shouted back at mom as she got into the car. Simple, just gotta be here a week in a gigantic old house and no one to have fun with. Simple, right? Wrong.

+++Day 1+++
I jolted up in my chair "Holy...sh**, that was," I paused and shivered in my blankets "horrible." I had just had the worst possible dream in my life. I don't know why, but I had a dream about a satanic ritual involving a goat. (Authors Note: Jeez, I'm getting freaked out by my OWN story. By the way, this is a really satanic story, for you bible thumpers out there) It's intestines spilled out of it's mouth, and it's windpipe was pulled out from his abdomen. It was just a horrifieing site...god.
With all the false hope inside me (Authors Note: He is mainly athiest, but the character really doesn't have a true speculation on whether he beleives or not), I had prayed to whatever god was out there, and hoped that the dream would not come back.

+++Day 2+++
God, I'm so glad that dream went away, but I've been noticing something really freaky going on, every night at 2 AM, I noticed that there's this blue light that goes from under my door...I'm pretty sure it's just nothing. Maybe...I don't know. Just freaky.

+++Day 3+++
I don't like this house anymore. Things just keep on getting worse, I got the dream again last night. Bloody, gushy, EH. It's just so disturbing, I want to throw up every time I have it...and to think I won't have it again till I'm 40, and then I'll just be a nervous wreck.
Plus, I've been noticing something even MORE weird, foods been disappearing from the kitchens! We might be burgled every now and again, it'd be easy, the house is colossal, I wouldn't be surprised if it was a mouse either. Still, I don't like this house.

+++Day 4+++
Da** it! I had that god forsaken dream again, only this time...it looked like another room of the house, it was the nursery room. I really don't like this house! (Authors Note: I'm actually going back and forth from normal thread,s because srsly, I am getting weirded out by my OWN story, lol) I've been seeing shadows...This is just not good!!! Alright, I really want to call mom, but this is the really alarming part...somethings jamming the lines.

+++Day 6+++
Alright, it's 2 AM in the morning, and I'm just so hungry...I don't want to come out of my room but...it hurts! I'll go out...I'll just hope for the best.
Alright, there's a shortcut through this corridor...go down here and..there's the first kitchen, meat, meat, and more meat. I heard something...odd in there though, it sounded like singing, even. It was high pitched, almost a shriek,
"Chop the meat, it is sweet, feed it to the maaaaaster~
Get the beat, stomp your feet, and dance for the maaaaaster~"
I had seen this man in there, oh god, it was gruesome, he was slim, but his eye was missing! I also noticed that there was blood, all over him. He also had an odd lantern with a blue flame within. What in the world was that?
"OOOHH, Looks like some FRESH meat is heeere!"
I yelped and quickly ran to the nearest room. The balls of thread and knitting needles were floating and knitting in mid air! The blue flame of another lantern showed me a slight blue impression of a human, a grandma even.
"Oh! Hello there, would you like to knit? I don't get visitors." the thing said, as I just stood there baffled.
"Wait, you look like your uncle! How sweet, this is nothing personal, but silhouette needs you."
I stood there still, "uhh, for what?"
She continued, "For one, I need all your skin. Silhouette needs a good suit in for her promotion"
I was horrified, and ran straight to my room.
I don't want to know who Silhouette is.

+++Day 7+++
Oh thank god and all who help him! My parents are finally coming home tonight, I can't wait till I say what's been going on. Those blue lanterns freak me out. I hope that was all just a dream. I walked down the hall today, and there just HAS to be an intruder in the house, I found a "keep out" sign in the Nursery room. I'm going to check it out, maybe that's where this intruder is hiding, never know if he can be that stupid. I walked into the room. It would be 2 hours until mom got home, I figured it would be just fine.
I took off the sign and went inside, and saw a small girl, about my age sitting there, making a dolly. The dolly looked like me, even the hair color was right on. "Who are you?" the dark girl asked from the corner of the room.
"Who is it that asks?" I responded, with fake boldness, and gulped.
"You don't need to act brave for me boy, I know how cowardly you are," she spat.
I had asked once more "Who, are you?" this time, more brave, and true.
"I am Silhouette," She said, "and I need your soul. Give it to me!" She jumped at me right after she yelled this.
"What, no! Get off!" I had said. She grabbed my neck, and her youthful beautiful voice and image changed to evil and old. Her eyes rotted in the sockets, her fingernails grew long while she was chocking me on the ground. As I had been chocked, I lost conciseness.
"Honey, wake up, wake up son! WAKE UP!" mom yelled at me on my bed, shacking me while doing so.
"Huh? What? Who's there?" I asked, dazed.
"Honey, me and your father are going on our second honeymoon, remember?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah. Love you! I said as I hugged her from my bed"
"Alright mom, yeah, I know that there's plenty of food, i know, I'll try and meet some kids at the arcade. Thanks mom." I shouted and walked back inside.
Later that evening, I had met a friend at the arcade, and had him over, he was in the living room, and I was in the spire, which was out back. I flooked out the 6 foot window, the kind you see in romance movies, staring at the lake that was just in our backyard. It was too cold, and the snow just started to melt. Was the past 7 days really just a dream? Could I have imagined it all? Just a nightmare? I don't know.
I felt a cut in my back. "You didn't think you could have DREAMT that terror, COULD YOU?!" Gramma Silhouette yelled at me from my back. "Feel the pain of my eternal damnation!!!"
I fell on the floor, just inside the window. Images of the town ran through my head. There were priests...they had black robes with red designs, they marched in sets of 6 towards the town. Oh god, I wanted this dream to end, they were slaughtering everyone! They had taken people, and burned them on stakes, after they had impaled them. Their chants filled my ears with the words of satan, the life felt like it was going to be sucked out of me. Then, I say my house, my brand new house. It was being burnt to the ground! A man and an old women had been fighting off about 3 of the priests...wait...that's gramma Silhouette! Right when she killed another, a hand made of thousands of dead bodies, crying, screaming to be free grabbed her and pulled her down.


The end.

It's a crappier version of a horror story I had to write for 5th grade, isn't half as good as my last, because I tweaked a couple parts since I didn't quite remember a few of the parts (by day 6 he should have poured a thing of cereal and it was maggots, I forgot how I incorporated that into my last version of this), so I added a couple more and redid a few points. Overall, I think this one is the lesser of the two stories, and I incorporated something I hadn't in my last one. I never noticed the main characters name. Not sure how that works in a horror story, but it added effect in "War of the Worlds" (original), so I thought I might try using it.
It was a little more difficult than you might have thought.

Always think of what might have happened BEFORE you enter your hand me down house, specially if it's victorian. I had a instance somewhat like this story, it was a victorian house inside Carthage Missouri, and I had the same lamb (goat in the story) dream the main character had (his name is Jake btw, or at least it was in the original), and then threw up over my entire room.

i stopped readin after part 4 o.O

while as the second is more broad and well, I guess I just don't really like it, lol.

It is as bad as you think, they are out to get you.

She snapped awake out of a deep sleep, screaming aloud in terror. In her nightmare, a large white wolf had been chasing her around and around the house, gaining on her with every step until it finally pounced on her and ripped out her throat. She lay shaking for hours, unable to sleep after such a terrifying dream.
But morning finally arrived, and the day was completely normal. Celia forgot all about her dream, until the moment her parents reminded her that they would be going out that night to celebrate their anniversary. Celia turned milk-white. In her dream, the white wolf had come to kill her while her parents were out celebrating their anniversary! She started shaking and begging them not to go. Her parents were astonished at her behavior, and finally shamed her into staying home alone that night.
Fearfully, Celia locked herself into the house as soon as her parents left, checking every door and every window. She tried to laugh it off as she got into bed, and finally she shook off her irrational fear and fell asleep.
Celia snapped awake suddenly, every muscle tense. She heard the tinkling of falling glass from a broken window, and the snuffling sound of a snout pressed to the floor. It was the sound of a hunting wolf. A werewolf. Real wolves did not break into houses when there was plenty of game outside. She could hear the click-clicking of the creatureâs claws on the wooden floor. The musky, foul smell of wet animal fur combined with the meaty breath of a carnivore, drifted into the room.
She could hear the werewolfâs panting right outside her bedroom. Then her body was out of bed and she sped through the bathroom and down the back stairs. She heard a soft growl and then the sound of animal feet pursuing her as she raced down the steps and tore open the back door. A glance at the window beside her showed a reflection of the werewolf leaping down the last few steps behind her.
Celiaâs feet screamed in protest as she ran painfully across the sharp gravel driveway toward the tool shed with its shovels and baseball bats. Anything she could use as a weapon. But the huge, red-eyed wolf was suddenly between her and the toolshed, stalking toward her. The cold wind pierced her skin as she turned and fled around the side of the house. She gasped as the white wolf howled and took off after her. She could hear the terrifying sound of the creatureâs pounding feet.
Faster, faster, she commanded her legs, panting desperately against the fear choking her. She would run around the house and back down the driveway, she thought with the clarity of sheer horror. She felt the wolf snap at her back leg and felt the sting of teeth. She put on speed.
The wolf veered away from her suddenly, and she felt a rush of hope. She couldnât hear the wolf now, couldnât see it in the cloud-darkened night. She kept running around the house, heading back toward the tool shed. To her intense relief, she heard the sound of a car coming down the road in front of her house. Her parents were back and would save her from the wolf!
Then her heart stopped in panic as she turned the last corner and saw the shape of the white wolf as it stood balanced on the porch railing right in front of her. It sprang upon Celia, huge teeth tearing into her flesh and ripping out her throat. She fell under the weight of its body, hot blood spilling all over the ground, and died seconds after she hit the ground. One minute later, her parent's car pulled into the driveway, its headlights blinding the white wolf as it pulled toward the house. Frightened, the wolf backed away from its kill and then ran away. thx for all the cowriters!

Besides, writer's block is blocking...