[CDT] Pre Poll: Spooky Story Writing Competition [Great Stories TBH]

If you don't see your story here it didn't meet my or Grim Reaper's standards,
better luck next time!
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Post the numbers of the five stories you like the most on this thread to vote, choose wisely!

Voting ends in five days on November 5th, good luck everybody to everybody with a story showcased here.

THE STORIES!

Spoiler: Story #1

I woke up in a dungeon. I was chained up and not sure where I was
-"Where am I?" I asked
B1b stepped out from the shadows
-"Hello" he said with a soft voice
-"b1b you faggot. Get me out of here"
-"I will, but first I have to give my apologies for being a bad brother"
-"b1b you faggot. You are always a piece of shit" I said
-"I know. Thats why I want to reward your suffering with my new experiment."
-"if you are going to talk about earthworms I will shove my fist up your ass"
-"Interesting offer, but I must decline. As for now I will have to arouse you with my beutiful body."
B1b stripped down and started dancing in front of me
-"b1b you faggot. Stop it"
He bended over and started grinding his nude ass againt my crotch. I was already hard by now.
-"Im scared. Im going to piss myself" I told him. But he wouldnt stop
-"very good. That will help me with my experience" he responded
I started pissing, but he had his index finger shoved down my pee-hole, so it couldt get out. My dick started getting fatter, due to the piss getting stuck inside my shaft.
-"what are you doing? Stop. Thats disgusting"
-"now that I gathered your juice we can proceed to the next step" he said
He grabbed a knife, and started cutting my dick in two
-"b1b please have mercy, Im begging you. Sorry for not respecting you"
Once he cut my fat dick in two, he took the part he cut off and lifted it up, without spilling any of the juices. His finger was still in the dick-hole of my severed half penis.
-"finally time for step three" he said
He started drinking the piss out of my dick, using it as a cup
-"If you are going to kill me, please do it now."
He looked up at me
-"I guess it is time for your reward. Here is some candy for being a good boy"
He shoved a viagra pill down my throat.
-"now, lets make this night last forever" he said, with a smile on his duck face
He opened the door and felix and bumbum came in
They got down on his knees, and started sucking what was left of my penis. It was a decent blowjob
They let me go after they were done, but I never forgot that night

Spoiler: Story #2

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. Ok, Lean where the fuck did you put your laptop? Quickly! Nevermind, I found it. Lean i’m powering on the laptop, take my back and watch for it, it could attack us at any second now. Lean, if in any case it comes to it, use the pistol. Fuck i’m literally shaking right now. 03:28. Hello Sonia, this is Jack Hack, it is currently 03:29 and we are currently at Old House Woods. Fuck, Sonia, you know the gist, apparently you weren't lying about the tree man. Tree monster? Tree whatever the fuck that was. Ok, anyways roughly 4 minutes ago, we were following your exact procedure, build a tripod from sticks and light it up using flint and steel, and wait. We waited exactly 4 minutes and 33 seconds, just like you said, and guess what. You were mother fucking right. The ground is still, not shaking like it was before, but we are certain it is still chasing us i think. Lean and I managed to cut him off on some river and we’re in this small isolated cave. I know it’s sorta dark, but I don’t want to bring up my iPhone to its maximum brightness, incase, you know, that damn thing can see light through walls or some shit. Lean and I have came to a conclusion that we’re camping this cave until we see sunlight. I bought a few extra portable batteries, just for you, so I can record this whole thing for you. It’s currently 03:36 now and we still haven’t seen him. Sonia, I’m expecting a hot fucking meal when I get back. Anyways, i’ll turn it back on every fifteen minutes or so. 03:55. New update, I told Lean I could hear shit in the ground, so I put my ear on the ground and fuck me, I could feel the ground shaking just slightly as it touched my face. I really don’t know why we took this challenge up from you, but it’s horrifying. My heart can’t stop for a second now. I’ll get back to you in fifteen or so again. Peace. 04:22. Sonia, this is really getting out of hand now. You fucking told me that this wouldn’t make me shit my pants, and guess what, i’m about to. Yeah, fuck it, I am a pussy, and I just want to go home and talk to Chloe. Man what the fuck was I thinking? Anyways, still scared, and honestly I think my heart is beating faster than ever. I’m not sure, but I can feel this strange mist in the cave too. I’m going to watch my past recording to see if this was happening before hand. I’ll hit you up again in another fifteen. Peace. 04:55. I can hear it. Can you hear it Sonia?... Shhh… Lean, come over here with me. Close your eyes and concentrate, do you hear that soft… screech?... Sonia, you didn’t tell us about this. Now humor is suppose to help in terrifying situations, so is this some mating call or something? I honestly don’t know what’s happening, but I’ll update you soon. Sorry if i’m waiting longer than fifteen minutes, my body is fucking terrified and just moving my body makes me believe i’m going to die. Anyways, Peace. No Lean, fuck off I’m not going to be your mom and nurture you here. 05:33. Sonia? Sonia…? Do you read me? Can you hear me? Lean is gone… A root. A fucking root. It took him Sonia. I… I don’t know where he went... I tried to help him Sonia, I swear. I… I… I just couldn’t reach him. I was too terrified… I’m… I’m sorry… Sigh… I’m going to go out Sonia, I’m sorry. I can’t leave my brother like that. Your fiance, my brother, we both love him. I’ll still keep you updated. I’m sorry Sonia. 06:17. Hey Sonia. I uh… Just look at this. Isn’t this the nest you were talking about? I think Lean might be in there. I’m going in Sonia, I gotta save him. I don’t know any other way other than climbing, so I don’t know if I can keep you updated anymore, but if I can i’ll continue doing so. God save me. 07:35. Hey Sonia, sorry i’ve been whispering ever since, I honestly don’t even know if you could hear me the past recordings because i’ve been whispering so softly. Anyways, I successfully made it down, and it is pitch black here. I’m using my iPhone on its lowest brightness again, and i’ll try to let you take a look at what i’m seeing. Do you see that weird root formation? I’m going in Sonia. Pray for me, and God please keep helping me. I’ll update you once I get in there. 07:52. Do you see that?... I can’t believe it… It looks too mythical, almost like in those scary Halloween books we read as children. And there’s Lean. He’s hanging by some roots. I hope he’s not dead, because my plan i’ve created in my head like a retard is to create a distraction by throwing something the opposite way and sprint and recover lean. If I don’t update you after this, it probably means im dead. I must probably be 100ft underground by now… Pray for me Sonia. 08:41. Sonia, Leans dead. My… hands… Blood… So much blood… I’m sorry.. Sorry… I’m sorry Sonia… He was missing so much… I didn’t… I didn’t even… I… I’m scared... Sonia... They’re behind me... I can hear the soft screech from before too. Tell me you see them. Tell me you can fucking hear them Sonia. I can’t move Sonia, My body is too shocked to do anything, I wasn’t mentally prepared for what I was going up against. 08:50 I managed to crawl into a small opening that fit me. I’m on my last battery pack, I’ll update you on anything, and from here on out, If I stop with these calls, I’m probably dead Sonia. 09:20. Sonia, they’re here for me. I know they are, I can hear them outside of this small opening. Sonia, please tell her I loved her. I can’t bear to say her name. Quietly sobbing is hard here, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. Sonia. Please promise me you’ll do it. Please. Promise me Sonia. They’re here. I can feel the root in the ground. It’s shaking. I’m so fucking scared Sonia. God, if you can hear me now, please, lord, forgive me for all i’ve done lord. Sonia, promise me you’ll do it. Promise me Sonia. Please... Sonia promise me. Sonia, promis-...


This is an official transcript of the last words of Jack Hack.

10/25/11 - Death of Jack Hack.

Time of death: between 09:25 - 09:30

How they died?: Unknown cause

Case: Closed

Spoiler: Story #3

One day a lonely DNT-member named @b1b was browsing Sythe at night. He was peacefully browsing the site until he got an alert. It wasn’t an usual alert, this one didn’t say anything else then "We know your secret…". Not very impressed by the alert B1B kept browsing Sythe, but the alert kept bugging him: no moderator was online to have sent the alert as a joke, so who else could it be?


About 30 minutes later Sythe started to stutter and between every stutter the message "We know your secret…" could be seen very slightly. At this time B1B tried to contact an administrator or moderator to ask what was going on. When he checked the "Members Online Now", however, he saw no one else was online. Somewhat confused by this as there always is someone online he started to check user-profiles, only to find out none of the users he searched could be found, almost like they had never existed.


Soon after, his speakers automatically turned on and in a computer-generated voice he heard the message “We know your secret, we will come for you soon”. At this point B1B had enough of it and decided to call the police, but his mobile had no signal and the house phone seemed to be shut-off. As a last resort he decided to go to a real-life friend of his, @AchingThumbs.


B1B got on his bike and drove to AchingThumbs as fast as he could. On his way to AchingThumbs B1B noticed something very weird, nothing. There was no sound of animals, cars, other people, or anything else and there was no one to be seen as well. As he drove alongside some dark alleys he could very slightly see some big, dark, weirdly shaped silhouettes hiding in the alleys observing his every move.


Once he arrived at AchingThumbs his house it appeared like ‘they’ knew he was coming: the front door was wide open and all the lights indoors were turned on. As he walked towards the house he could see movements in the corner of his eyes but whenever he turned his head to look it was gone. Very cautiously he approached AchingThumbs’ house seeing more and more movements in the corner of his eyes. As he entered the house all lights suddenly turned off, making everything completely dark. As B1B listened closely he could hear the air moving as if someone was moving very rapidly and it was coming closer, towards him. As fast as he could in the complete darkness he tried to find his way to AchingThumbs’ room but he tripped and could feel the dark silhouettes come closer at an alarming rate. He knew that he wouldn’t make it and with one last scream he screamed “WHY, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!”.


B1B heard ‘them’ slow down a bit after his scream but they were still approaching at an alarming rate. Suddenly he heard a whisper right behind him, it was close enough to give him goosebumps all over his body. The whisper said: “We know your secret… We got you now”. B1B was frozen in fear, it took him a bit to recover enough to say “Wh..What secret”, at this time he could sense that he was completely surrounded by ‘them’. The whisper he heard earlier answered his question “We know everything about you… It’s time you leave this world for good” as he felt an ice-cold claw pierce his back. He screamed in pain but the creature didn’t hold back. B1B felt his end was nearby as he turned his head around with the last bit of energy and willpower he had, the face he saw was something that shocked him the most. It was his friend AchingThumbs, but he was completely transformed in something like he had never seen before. One side of AchingThumbs his face had the same texture as that of a crocodile but with big lumps all over his face, the other side of AchingThumbs’ face was like it was dead: it was completely lifeless and it looked like it had been decomposing for days. This was the last thing B1B saw as his view turned black as he left the world of the living.

Spoiler: Story #4

The green glow emitting from the bubbling cauldron in the center of the room was the only thing I could make out while trying to struggle out of the chains wrapped about my body.

I hear white noise coming from the left and tilt my head, there's nothing, it was almost like staring at a black piece of paper, no room for light.

"Vader.." I hear a whisper from my right ear, I quickly turn my head.. "Hello? Is anybody there?"
"You're a vader.." I hear the whisper again, it sounds like it's getting closer.. "Hello? Vader? I don't know what that is? This is some kind of mistake!"

The chains grip tighter around my body, "Please.. I don't know who or what a vader is.."

"Then why are you here?" the voice sends a shiver down my spine, as I feel a cold breeze clip my ear.

"I was walking through the forest and decided to take a short cut, I'm sorry.. Please let me go.. I don't know who vader is."

"YOU'RE A VADER!" the voice snaps at me, the cold air pierces my lungs, I feel the chains release off my body, I scramble to get up but my legs are badly beaten. I begin to hobble down the hallway hoping to find something.. anything to get me out of this horrible place. Everything is so dark and smell is so disgusting my eyes begin to water when I take my hand away from my nose for just a second. I grip the wall beside me and try and grab my bearings but the stench is so foul I find myself sinking to the ground and everything around me getting even darker.

I open my eyes slowly and see shadowy figures that have a warm white glow around them, I scream, pick myself up and run the opposite direction, not having time to look back I feel something wrap around me, frozen.. I look up.. It's a shadowy figure, I scream again trying to fight my way out of it's grip.

"Ssssh little one.. We are here to help you.. We are the White Knights."
I go limp from defeat, at least the glow can allow me to look around better. He picks me up and takes me back to the small room with the other 3 glowing figures.

"Allow me to introduce myself my fair madam, I am Sir Shin, my other three brothers are BluPig, Darkgroove, and Lean. We will help you escape, it is our sworn duty to protect all women!"
"T-Thanks.." I stutter, "I thought I was going to die down here! I don't even know what a vader is!"

I hear a bang against the wall beside us and it makes me jump, "IT'S ALL A LIE! EVERYONE IS WRONG! I SHOULD BE KING OF THIS WHOLE CASTLE! WHY IS EVERYONE SO STUPID! WHY IS NO ONE AS SMART AS ME!" the excessive yelling simmers down to a mumble.. "They should of listened to me, I can do it all myself, just kill everyone, I'll run this castle myself.."
I turn my head to the White Knight known as Blupig, "Him? That's Suf, he's harmless, we keep him in his own special room where he talks to himself all day and sometimes has outbursts of yelling, you'll learn to block his voice out, everyone does."

"Follow us m'lady" Darkgroove gives me a warm smile, I don't trust them completely but what option do I have at this point, they're not trying to kill me.. yet.
They lead me out a huge wooden door and walk me down a hallway which seems to go on forever, the smell is still too foul for me to take my hand away from my nose but it is now followed by a sticky slush under my feet every time I take a step, I look down to see my shoes covered in a white gooey substance, I cringe and decide to carry on, no use worrying about a pair of shoes and at least it's not blood.

"Vader.." A voice strings along the hallway.
"That's the voice I heard when I got here!" I grab one of the White Knights, White Knight Lean looks at me, "Those are the trolls that roam this castle, do not worry about them, they are not dangerous when there is only 1 or 2, we must be careful of the packs though."

"Look!" Shin exclaims, the exit is up ahead, we all pick up our paces, freedom at la.. WHACK.

I wake up once again strapped to the chains where I first began, this time I'm able to see all the White Knights also tied to separate boards in the room.
"What the.."
"SHUT UP VADER!" a figure from the shadows snaps at me, it looks almost human.
"I'm not a vader! I don't know what that is!" tears running down my face.. "I just want to go back home."
The human figure emerges from the shadows allowing me to see it clearly.. it's not human.. it's skin is a disgusting disfigured yellow, there are multiple red spots all over it's face, the smell as it inches closer makes me want to pass out again. It reaches out and grabs my face, "You're not even a real girl."
I hear chanting from behind me, many other disgusting creatures make their way around me, staring me up and down.
"Not even a real girl - VADER!" A few of them shout at me. "FAGGOT!"
One of the smaller grosser ones speak up, "I bet she doesn't even last a week here!"

I bang against the chains, "Please! Please! Let me go.. I'm not a vader!"
The bigger one, clearly the leader, approaches me closer, "Welcome to the Spam Forum."

Spoiler: Story #5

The room was nondescript. Gray. Light lined the edges of the door to my right and shone a subtle glimmer across the wooden table in front of us. It complimented the harsh white light of the lamp overhead.

Sythe sat across from me. His hair was damp with sweat, his eyes filled with rage. He had torn off his shirt earlier, revealing pale flesh beneath. His anger was directed at us. We didn’t understand. Nobody understood. He made that clear. Lean wore a smile from cheek to cheek. His teeth were yellow. Flakes of dandruff dotted his receding hairline. He smelled of seaweed and sewage.

Grave was the voice of reason. His skin was like a warm caramel on a summer day.

“As a member of the technical core, I think that my new designs for the forum are pretty revolutionary,” he said.

Sythe grunted.

“All we want is to help,” I interjected, “A safe space section for people from marginalized groups will only benefit the community. People like Lean here will be able to discuss his struggle with being transgendered with others who are facing the same hurdles. It would be the perfect Halloween gift; a safe place to be spooked. As Lean is a member of the transgender community, we want him to-”

“Did you just assume my pronouns?” Lean spat.

“Sorry? I just-”

“You did. You gave me masculine pronouns.”

“I’m sorry I-”

Sythe slammed the table with a hard fist. “Lean! You have a dick! You’re male!”

Lean sighed. He slumped down in his chair and fumbled with his hands. He stood up sharply.

“Does this look like a dick to you?” he said. With a calm determination, he pulled down his mustard-stained skin-tone kakis and slapped what looked to be an uncooked steak squarely on the table. Though it was undeniably non-characteristic of a penis, it had a nub of foreskin at the edge and a clear tip.

Sythe went pale as a ghost. I must have lost some colour too. This was unexpected.

“Y-Yes,” I stuttered, “That is a penis.”

“Probably a dick,” Sythe echoed in his exotic and sultry island boy accent, “Though likely a rare form of cancer. Perhaps a steak.”

“Wrong,” Lean whispered, “It’s my clitoris.”

“That’s a penis,” Grave argued, “And it’s the best chode I’ve ever seen. How do you use it? Do you roll the edges together then stuff it bit by bit into where you want it to go?”

Lean sighed. He was exasperated. He packed the slab of flesh back into his kakis. It formed an uncomfortable, lumpy bulge reminiscent of a cloth filled with chunky apple sauce.

“Tell you what,” he said, “I’ve got two grand in my pocket. I’ll get a doctor’s note saying it’s a clitoris. Anyone want to take bets?”

“That’s Honest Iago’s money, you can’t bet that,” Grave replied, “Plus it’s beside the point. We need a safe space on Sythe.org. I don’t think the community can handle many more memes of a Blupig-calibre.”

“It’s why I’ve retired,” I contributed, “My efforts are best redirected to the establishment of this safe space. This is to be my life’s work; my legacy.”

Grave nodded and gave a slow clap. Lean was silent. Sythe had regained colour in his face, though he couldn’t stop staring at the sticky outline of condensed humidity where Lean’s steak penis had been just moments ago.

“It’s left a residue,” he whispered, fascinated. He licked his lips and dragged a finger across the table.

“This meeting is going nowhere,” I sighed.

There was a knock at the door. It was hard and slow. Grave stood to open it.

“Wait,” I gestured, “Don’t open the-”

It was too late. As soon as Grave turned the lock, the door burst open. Behind it was a small mouse of a man. He was pale with a wisp or two of hair clinging to his scalp. His flesh was sickly and moist. His eyes were wild. His hands were stiff and his nails black and broken. His back was arched under the weight of his pack. Inside was a full workstation running the purest Linux. He was of the technical core, same as us, but he had sold his soul to the private servers he was creating.

“SuF!” Sythe shouted.

“Richard,” SuF bowed formally.

“Why are you here?” Sythe spat.

“Your staff system is broken,” SuF said. His voice was sickly sweet, like moldering strawberries, “This is my formal application to be a moderator.”

“No,” Sythe hissed, “Never.”

Lean slowly backed away into a corner with Grave. I was lost. I didn’t know what to do. This would end in violence, but just how much?

SuF advanced slowly into the room. Sythe backed away. Grave was hugging his knees, rocking back and forth.

“We never should have let you in the technical core!” he cried.

“But Grave,” SuF began, “I am the technical core.”

Grave sobbed like a delicate flower after a light rain.

“What are you going to do?” Sythe jested. There was a sliver of nervousness in his tone. “I could just ban you.”

SuF brought a gray finger to his cracked lips. “Ban me?”

With hardly any effort, SuF kicked Sythe on the side of the leg. He dropped to one knee.

“Ban me?” SuF echoed, slightly louder. He swiped at Sythe’s face once, then again. Where the flesh was parted, blood flowed freely.

“Not like this,” Sythe whimpered, “I was supposed to die in the fallout of nuclear war caused by Clinton’s inevitable war with Russia, just like everyone else.”

“Ban me?” SuF shouted. He drove a flattened hand straight through the front of Sythe’s throat. He gurgled and choked. He wheezed through the wound. It sputtered blood.

“Clinton...No fly-zone…” Sythe choked, “Syria...Indirect war with Russia…”

He went silent and fell to his side. A pool of blood formed around him.

SuF strode over to Grave, ignoring me. Grave was crying the small sobs of a child. He refused to look up. SuF grabbed him by the chin.

“Look at me,” he croaked, “I am the director now.”

He shoved Grave aside. Lean was in the corner with his penis sandwiched neatly between his hands. He was tenderising it, massaging it up and down like a true steak.

“What are you doing?” SuF asked, “Is that a steak?”

“I’m sorry,” Lean cried. He did not stop. “I masturbate when I’m scared.”

“It’s not...A clitoris then…” Grave whimpered.

“Stop that,” SuF said.

“I can’t!” Lean began to cry uncontrollably. His strokes became faster and faster. “Everyone’s disapproval of me only makes me more aroused.”

With one impulsive sweep, SuF had decapitated Lean. Lean’s stokes grew slower and slower until they stopped completely. Grave shrieked.

SuF looked disappointed. He shrugged it off and approached me.

“Blupig,” he said. His voice was like crackling ice. “Are you with me, or against me?”

I thought for a second. I wasn’t especially afraid. SuF and I had always been on good terms.

“With, so long as we get our safe space.”

Grave whimpered, then nodded.

SuF reached back and typed a thing or two on the keyboard protruding from his pack. “By the limitless power of the technical core, it is done.”

“All praise director SuF,” Grave sobbed.

“All praise,” I echoed.

“Happy halloween, technical core,” SuF waved as he strode out of the room.

Spoiler: Story #6

"Hello"", cried the shriek of a frightened man as he tiptoed to his front doorstep. A compilation of knocks began to increase louder and louder until this man couldn't bear the burden of the noise. He became increasingly anxious as he finally grasped the cold door handle, unlocking and opening the door all in one swift motion. All that could be heard was a faint cry before the man vanished into darkness...

Stories of men vanishing became a sort of troll or meme on the internet as Halloween creeped it's ugly head around the corner. One man, better known as 2007GoldMan is your average internet troll. With these stories becoming more viral, he began becoming obsessed with the idea of scaring people with it. Starting with mentioning it on a public internet gaming forum called 'Sythe,' and finally leading he himself to believe the stories.

"Wait a second," exclaimed GoldMan softly realizing he hadn't heard from his good friend Sythe, (The owner of the forum) he gasped. Thoughts began stirring in his head is if men disappearing could actually be true. What if it wasn't just another meme and the supernatural could actually be? Upon this creepy realization, a slow knock on GoldMans door left him shook. "Hello?"...

The smell of rusty metal filled the air as Sythe grinded the metal. You could hear screams of unsuspecting members of the forum he created as loud thuds scared the mice away. Body parts hit the floor and all that was left to be heard was a faint laugh by the creator himself. "Finally, another moderator created," Sythe said with a sigh of relief.

Spoiler: Story #7

It was a chilly, gloomy October evening, and the streets were eerily empty. I (Admires) was quietly about to finish my homework. Trying to finish my Calculus homework as well as my Organic Chemistry homework was a feat as Sythe was glaring open in one of my browsers and it was an addiction I wouldn't and couldn't let go.

As I completed all of my homework and put my pencil down, I excitedly logged back into Sythe.org to discover all the new posts the highly functioning autists had come up with in the Spam forum. My body was ready, and my adrenaline was pumping furiously. However, upon logging in, I view the suggestions forum, and the user Bus369 has put up 10 new suggestions just in the last day.

As I view these suggestions, my heart starts palpitating and I can feel something occurring to my body. I start vomiting vivaciously and my eyes are blood shot. Suddenly, I realize what has happened. I run to the emergency as my local hospital, and the oncologist was there to tell me I had developed acute myoblastic leukemia. One of my worst nightmares had literally come true; Sythe had given me cancer through Bus369's suggestions.

How am I going to afford to pay my hospital bills? I had a few Paypal MyCash Cards lying around so I decide I should probably redeem them. I go talk to my good friend on Sythe, Lean. He explains that he can definitely redeem them as long as each of them adds up to 2k. After talking for a while, I send him my 2k Paypal MyCash, however, fear strikes my heart when he logs off of Skype and blocks me. That's when I realize, my second biggest nightmare had just occurred. I was the next Honest Iago.

Now, I had developed cancer from Sythe, and Lean scammed me 2k, two of my biggest Nightmares. How was I going to escape? I came to the conclusion that there was only one thing to do. Go to the Spam forum and kill myself through looking at Big Richard's severely autistic posts. I read all of them one by one and I could feel myself deteriorating; the memes combined with Richard's sense of intelligence was making my cells implode. I was almost there...3...2....1...the nightmare is finally over.

Spoiler: Story #8

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“Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three! Ready or not here I come!”


Halloween at the Robertson household was a tradition that was never bypassed. Every year, Sonia and her three children Nathan, Kate, and Scotty would dress up in costume and enjoy fun and games while waiting for the trick or treating festivities to begin. The family lived in a large neighborhood, in a beautiful home with an inviting driveway and a magnificent backyard. Every year at 7:30 the entire neighborhood would head to the streets showing off their costumes in a spirited march around the town hunting for the best candy bars.

“I wonder where they’re hiding!” Sonia exclaimed. She began her hunt to find the three youngsters, heading out of her living room towards Nate and Scotty’s bedroom. As she passed by the countertop in her living room, she couldn’t help but smile at the photo of her deceased husband. John had passed away 3 years ago on Halloween in a drunk driving accident on his way home from a night out with his friends after putting the children to sleep once the trick or treating had ceased and the adults were out to play. He had swerved off the road into a lake and drowned inside of his car. Since that day, Sonia has made sure to never let a Halloween go by where the family would fail to celebrate the remembrance of their beloved father/husband.

She wandered into the kids’ room. “Are you in here!” she yelled as she opened the closet door expecting to see a young Scotty attempting to hold his breath in the hopes that his mom wouldn’t catch him in his excellent hiding spot. To no avail, the kids had seemed to actually given more thought to their hiding spots. Sonia switched off the lights and turned to head towards her own bedroom and continue her search. As she turned her back, she heard a rustle coming from underneath the bed. “There he is, she thought to herself.” With the lights off, Sonia tip-toed back into the room in hopes of startling Scotty after making him believe he was safe. She creeped towards the bed, took a deep breath, got down to her knees and prepared to jump to the ground and give Scotty a quick scare!

BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! Sonia jumped forwards and nudged her head into the bedframe. “What the hell!?” She said, rubbing her head where she had bumped the bed, “fucking teenagers.” She assumed the honking had just been the teens driving around the neighborhood reminding everyone that the trick-or-treating was about to begin. She looked under the bed frustrated telling Scotty to come out, however, he wasn’t there. Hand still rubbing her head she exited the dark room and walked back into the hallway to continue her hunt.

“The trick-or-treaters will be here soon, where are these kids hiding,” Sonia thought to herself, it never took her more than a few minutes to find her beloved children. In the dimly lit hallway, she looked down on her hand to find her fingers coated in a thin layer of blood. “Crap…” she thought, it seemed the bump against the frame did more damage than she initially thought. She walked over to the childrens’ bathroom to wash her hands and make sure everything was okay. She opened the door flipped on the lights and looked towards the mirror.

“What the hell is this?!” Sonia yelled in a shocked tone. The mirror was covered in steam. Sonia began to get a bit worried, she still hadn’t found her children yet and the gloomy nature of Halloween began to provoke her anxiety more than she had hoped for. She turned on the water and washed the coating of blood from her hands. After some time of washing her hands, Sonia shut off the water and went to dry her hands. She chuckled a little as she was drying her hands. She couldn’t believe she was considering yelling to the kids that she had given up, her children had finally beaten her at a game of hide-n-seek and she...

”wait a second…what is that sound?” The sound of running water croaked around her. She had already turned off the sink, “what was that sound” she once again questioned in her mind. She ran towards the kitchen to find the kitchen sink running. Confused, she shut off the water and yelled to the kids “Nathan, Kate, Scotty, playtime is over it’s time to come out.”

Chills rushed down Sonia’s neck as a cool breeze rushed along her shoulders. At the end of the kitchen was the door leading to the backyard but for some reason the door was open. Sonia was certain she had closed the door. Her heart began to race, fearful that something horrible had occurred. She flickered on the backyard lights and stuck her head out. Sonia’s chills intensified as she stepped into the backyard screaming for her children.

To her left by the bushes she heard a twig snap. She flipped around, heart racing eyes flickering, feeling her legs shaking beneath her. Sonia was sure she had lost her mind and her imagination was playing tricks on her. She looked towards the bushes and thought she could see a pair of yellow eyes glaring her. Paralyzed for just a moment Sonia was unsure if the spirit of Halloween had simply gotten into her head and her imagination was allowing her to really experience the true frights of the beautiful holiday when coming from the center of her backyard she heard a small splash coming from her family’s pool.

Slowly, she turned towards the pool. This night had thrown her for a loop. She was unsure of whether or not her senses were toying with her. She was unsure if her paranoia and anxiety was getting the best of her when suddenly she froze where she stood.

She tried to scream but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t think. She tried to run towards the pool, she tried to save them, she tried to react but she couldn’t. On this Halloween evening Nathan, Kate, and Scotty drowned in the pool. Their bodies lie limp in the water, motionless, not even a ripple flowing through the water. Sonia stood there, body frozen. Her mind stopped, she was unable to process the image she was seeing in front of her. The image of her three children’s bodies with their souls drained into the darkness of the night.

The children had fallen into the water and drowned during the game. They fell to the same fate as their father John, forced to suffocate on the water filling their lungs, doing all they could to paddle out of the water. Sonia fell to her knees. Sonia wanted to wake up. Sonia wanted this all to be a dream. This time however, it wasn’t. The Grim had taken the three children’s souls, and this was one nightmare that Sonia would never wake up from. Silence consumed the air.

No sounds were heard, no noises were made, until…

Ding dong – “TRICK OR TREAT!” – 7:30 had struck & the Halloween festivities had begun.

Spoiler: Story #9

Cast:
Prince Hal - Scotty
Falstaff - Richard
Queen Margaret - Sonia


Act 1 begins in a dark and dank forest, with Prince Hal, the heir to the throne of England looking for raspberries for the Queen Margaret's famous raspberry pie. There he is confronted by Falstaff, an old friend from the Boar’s Head Inn.


Fal - ‘Hallo Prince Hal! What are you doing out here?’
Hal - ‘Hallo! I am picking some raspberries so that Margaret can make a pie (happy expression)!’
Fal - ‘Haha, I’ve missed that tarts tart!!! Let me know once you’re done and we’ll have a drink!’
Hal - ‘Sure thing Falstaff, you old grump.’


Later that evening, Prince Hal arrives at the Boar’s Head, and finds that Falstaff is already extremely pissed and passed out on the table; Hal deduces that not only is he pissed but he has been drugged. Falstaff is a big bald fellow, who is partial to a drink or two, he can hold his drink well, and Hal knows of reasons why some may want to do away with Falstaff. Hal frantically searches looking for any strange substances. He finds a jar dirt, he open it up to find that it smelled particularly foul, almost like human feces. It was at this moment he realised what was happening, Falstaff had been eating a jar of Margaret's shit. But why? Hal was very confused in to why Falstaff would eat such a thing. Then Queen Margaret walked into the inn.


Margaret - ‘Hi Hal, I see you’ve found Falstaff! (sniggers)’
Hal - ‘What have you done to him?’
Margaret - ‘I found him here drinking, and seduced him into eating out of that jar..’
Hal - ‘You did what! Will he survive?’
Margaret - ‘I put my hand down his pants like this (Margaret suggestively moves towards Hal before placing her cold hand down Hal’s pants), and told him that there would be more of that once he had taken a spoonful of this special jar...
Hal - ‘Oh, okay..’ (Hal takes the jar of feces and takes a large spoonful of Margaret's feces, before swallowing it)
Margaret - ‘That’s a good boy..‘ (Margaret moves her already wet hand sensually down her body, making sure she awakens both nipples, before starting to masturbate furiously)
Hal - ‘I loved you Margaret!?!’ (Falling to the ground in sickness and pain)
Margaret - ‘I know you did.. Hah.’ (Moaning)


It is at this point during Act 1 that Prince Hal wakes up suddenly to his hot seed flowing all over his stomach.

Spoiler: Story #10

During the past year America has been in shambles because of the presidential election, as I was very politically informed seeing Donald Trump beating Hillary Clinton by a massive landslide excited me and the vast majority of my friends. On a chilly day in November, a few days before the new president were to be announced my dad woke me up with terrible news! His voice trembling "Trump has been assassinated" he shouted while trying to hide back his tears. I immediately go on the internet to validate what he has said as this wouldn't be the first time he has pulled a sick prank on me but that unfortunately wasn't the case this time around...

Feeling like I've lost my will to live, I laid back in bed imagining what damage she will do this once great nation, what can I actually expect to go wrong? Over the first few months of Hillary's four-year term as a president my worst fears slowly became a reality for me & many others, in the upcoming months Hillary's true colors really began to shine for all of America to see. This country that was once great was being destroyed and no one could do anything about it! Two months into her term as a president she starts to really push for the no fly zone in Syria and Putin ain't having none of that. The beginning of World War 3 was near and everyone knew it, but that was the least of the problems that were arising.

Terrorism was something that became much more common shortly after Hillary became President, funnily enough many terrorist attacks were the result of her bill that imposed a 500% increase in Syrian refugees, I mean who would have known that a percentage of people that we knew nothing about would have turned out to be terrorists. "Mike come to my house quick, it's very important!" my good friend Syed said in a frightened tone. My parents weren't home to drive me so I grabbed my wheel chair and gun (for protection) and wheeled two blocks to his house. When I got to the house he looked pale, I knew something happened but I didn't know what. "Why are you acting so strange man?" I asked. "You know your mom and dad, Scotty & Sonia right? I killed them haha" he said in a sinister manner. "you know Syed, I owe you a massive thanks I've always wanted to die & now that my parents are gone I have nothing to hold me back" I said as I pulled out a gun and blew my brains out. I caught a quick glimpse of his face before I pulled the trigger, he was shocked,I knew that the terrorist had been terrorized.

"Wake up Moo Moo, it's time for work" my mom said. "I must be in hell" I thought to myself. "GET THE FUCK UP and GET READY FOR WORK!" she screamed while vigorously shaking me. Thinking I was dead I decided to play along with what she was saying and got ready for my normal daily routine. As i was making breakfast I noticed my dad had a giant grin on his face, "whats with that grin on your face?" I asked. He replied with "the devil has been killed." "What?" I said. "Hillary Clinton was found dead at her daughter's apartment with a gun shot wound to head!" I smiled with relief.

Spoiler: Story #11

There was a semi-transparent rift opening in the air in front of me, when a face appeared for a brief few seconds. “Please… Please promise me. I need to know that you can do this. It’s for the greater good... For everyone, everywhere.” And then it disappeared.

I knew what I had to do and why it was so important, but it still didn’t sit well with my stomach. “I promise.” It’s all I could manage to say. “It was just supposed to be a normal day. This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I thought to myself.

24 hours earlier

“I need that report on my desk by the end of the day.”

“Man, dashRyan never gives me a break,” I said.

“No, but at least we’re out of here soon.” Sonia looked relieved.

I looked down at my watch and noticed a crack in it with the hands stuck on 02:53. I started to fidget with the scroll and then it started to tick again. In that moment, I felt a little dizzy, and then it passed at the same time.

“Weird,” I thought to myself.

I headed over to Ryan’s office to drop off the report when Scotty came bursting through the lobby.

“Guys! That strange case we … we were working on. The one. Y’know,“ He was out of breathe, and not making much sense.

Sonia looked pretty unenthused. “Scotty, calm down. Its almost time for us to go for the day, don’t spin us another one of your conspiracy theories.”

Scotty caught his breath. “Listen. It’s Doomsday.”

Not a second later, there were explosions coming from outside on the street. My head began to pound and everything simultaneously got blurry. I started to tumble against chairs and desks.

Everyone was busy looking outside the windows to see what was going on, making chatter amongst their selves. A high-pitched note was ringing in my ear when everything returned to a normal, but more focused, vision. Everything went silent. I could see everyone’s lips move, but nothing auditory was matching. That’s when I realized everything was moving in slow motion aside from myself.

I looked down at my watch again. 02:52, so I turned the dial back to 02:53. Everyone resumed into normal motion. Puzzled, I decided to consult the one person who always talks as if he has control over time and dimensions.

“Mootrucks. I think I need your help.” I shut the door in a frantic state.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Look at my watch.”

“Okay. There’s a crack in it. You can just buy a new fa-“

“Turn the dial.” With no idea if he’d be able to see the results, he turned the dial. With random luck, he could. He was still moving as if nothing had changed. “Now come with me.” We left his office and looked at everyone else just standing in the lobby.

“What the hell is this?”

“I have no idea. But you talk about time control almost every day.”

“Yeah, but that’s all just fun and games. This… This is something unnatural.”

I turned my dial to the correct time, and again, everyone resumed into normal motion. In that same moment, our front wall in the lobby came blowing through as if a bulldozing truck had hit it. Everyone began to panic, unsure of what was going on. People began to scurry from the building, in fear of their lives. The explosions continued, but got louder as they got closer to our building. I grabbed my bag and headed to my car, when I hear Mootrucks and Scotty from behind me.

“We’re coming with you.” And just like that, I had two companions to confide in. We made way to my car and sat for a moment out of breath.

As I drove off, I explained our direction. “I need to get to get to a friend’s house. Someone who might know what’s going on.” Neither had any place to be so neither had any objections.

In a course of about ten minutes, we made it to Felix’s house. Mootrucks & Scotty stayed in the car as I went to go ring the doorbell. I could see curtains shift to reveal an eye looking to see who was at the door, and a moment later the door open.

I didn’t hesitate to say what had happened in the office. “My watch is changing the motion of things.”

He didn’t look surprised, and waved me inside.

I looked back at the car and put my hand up to indicate five minutes, then proceeded to go inside Felix’s house.

“It’s been a while,” he said.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need your help.”

He was looking through his bookshelf for something and handed me three thick-binded books.

“This has everything you need to know about what’s happening. It happens every 1,000 years, which is why it’s seemingly undocumented. You’re apparently a very important person, and you have a lot of work to do because of it. Since you don’t have time to read everything, basically what’s happening is: There’s someone trying to literally take over the world via time control. Its victims aren’t aware immediately, which is why it’s so easy to do without being stopped. However, you have a tool, the watch, which will help you stop the control. Through controlling time yourself, you can combat anything that they try to do.”

None of this told me who to look for, or what to do specifically to make it all stop. “Who are ‘they’?”

“They are probably the same people who have been trying to take over for centuries.”

“Why has no one stopped them before? Why don’t more people know about this?”

“Because they can make everything stop or go on command. That allows them to be very evasive.”

I looked down at my watch. 03:19. I returned to my car with a small plan in mind. I took off the watch and said, “Okay. We’re gonna stop time, and hunt these people down. It shouldn’t be hard. Grab a part of the watch.” They did, and I pulled out the dial to expectedly stop time. It worked.

I began to drive towards where the explosions were earlier. To my surprise, there was a bunch of people still there. In the center of the crowd, it looked like a beam of light shooting straight upwards to the sky, growing by the second. There was movement, but that shouldn’t be possible if I had pulled out the dial from my watch.

Curious, we neared the center where the light was and I recognized the person standing there. It was Time To Buy and he looked crazy but he was laughing.

“With this power, I’ll buy EVERYTHING. And no one can stop me. Hahahaha.” He began to noticeably grow in size. “With all the world to see, they’ll know what time it is.”

None of this made sense. I thought I would be hunting down a crime organization.

Then Time To Buy noticed us standing there. “Ah, if it isn’t Yankiee and those other folks from the CDT office. If you’ve come here to stop me, it’s too late. You can’t.”

That's when Sonia came swinging down from a helicopter with a needle aimed for TTB’s neck. “Never say can’t, not when you’ve got time on your side.”

When the needle hit TTB’s neck, he became hysterical and began to shrink in size. “This can’t be. But I AM Time.”

Island landed the helicopter and we realized Scotty was the only one not here, so I asked, “Where’s Scotty?”

Sonia had a solemn look on her face. “He… He died in the line of duty. Trying to warn you tomorrow about today.”

I was confused, for about the tenth time today. “Line of duty? Tomorrow?”

“Yankiee. We’re all a part of a special task force called the Speed Force. We defend time and space. He died trying to warn you about today. And to think it was our wedding day tomorrow.”

“Well, at least we got TTB to stop buying everything. Well done everyone. Happy Halloween.” Island said.

“What?”

Then I woke up.

“What the fuck was that?”

Spoiler: Story #12

Once upon a time two children @John and @Lame were heading down the street towards their first stop on their long list of trick or treating destinations. As they skipped arm in arm dreaming of all they candy they were soon to aquire they were stopped dead in their tracks at the sound of a wolf howling at the full moon just on the other side of the street. The two ran down the street screaming at the top of their lungs, quickly they found themselves hiding in the bathroom of their local park. Shaking and whimpering they held tight to each other hoping the scary monster didn't follow them. After what seemed like an eternity they cautiously peeked through the crack of the stall door. To their excitement they were all alone. Eager to make up lost time they gathered their sacks, wiped their tears and emerged into the dimly lit park. Noticing they have missed the majority of the night and we're miles away from the best streets they agreed to make their way back home and hit all the homes they could. The two quickly all but forgot about their near death experience once the candy started to become some what difficult to haul around. They laughed and joked as they zigzaged across the dark empty streets sometimes running to the next illuminated porch light. Bags almost full, legs beginning to ache, John and Lame wanted to hit one last street before heading home to inventory their nights bounty. As they rounded the corner they stopped jaw dropped, they knew it, the hit the motherload. The street was lit by the over abundance of yard decorations and orange lights hung from the roofs. Smiling from ear to ear they eagerly raced up to the first house and pressed the doorbell. A maniacal laugh came from inside the house as the door slowly squeaked open. John and Lame trembled slightly as they stood in the empty doorway. A dark figure soon appeared, "hello my pretties" screeched the shadow. Before the two could squeeze out their well rehearsed trick or treat a blinding flash lit up the face of the shadow in front of them followed by a defening crack of thunder. "Don't be afraid" the unfamiliar figure laughed. "Trick or treat" the two said trembling. "Trick OR treat" cackled the creature. "I choose TRICK!" Another clap of thunder boomed as the boys fell unconscious. As they woke a familiar howl came from down the street instantly sending shivers down their spine. The two sprung to their feet and ran as fast as possible. As they grew tired they began looking around, everything seemed different. What happened to all the lights they thought. What happened to our candy?! They began to panic. "What to we do?" cried Lame. "RUN!" Screamed John. A dark figure was headed straight towards them. Still tired they ran as fast as they could frequently checking over their shoulder to see if the thing was still after them. With the shadow monster still behind them they rounded the corner onto their cul-de-sac hoping the safety of their home will protect them. They burst through the door screaming slamming the door behind them. Huddled in the corner they could see the shadow pass by the windows "where is everyone?" Whispered John " I thought they were staying here for the night." "Maybe they went to bed early." Replied Lame "Let's go check." They crawled up the stairs skipping the creaking step at the top. Lame slowly turned the knob to their parents room, too dark to see "mom?... Dad?... Are you in here? Lame whispered. "Where are they?" Asked John. "GONE!" They boys jump around and the glow from the halls they saw the long green nose of the shadow. "You're a witch!" They shouted in sync. Lightning flashes blinding the boys. The end

Spoiler: Story #13

AN OSRS NIGHTMARE
ft. Sythe users Variously, TeamTofu, and Saranovic

Variously logged onto Old School Runescape and looked around. He was at the Grand Exchange, where he logged off last time. Something seemed weird though -- normally people were constantly engaging with the GE clerks to start new trades, but today no one was. Variously approached one of the clerks and asked "Can I view my exchange offers, please?"
"Sorry sir, you are an ironman. You cannot use the Grand Exchange," the clerk replied.
"What? That can't be right! Check again please," Variously said.
"Our records are never wrong. You are an ironman," the clerk replied.
Before he could argue back, Variously was interrupted by a private message. Looking at it, he saw that it was from his friend TeamTofu.
"Hey man!" TeamTofu said. "Did you see that everyone's been turned into hardcore ultimate ironmen??"
"What?!" Variously replied. In disbelief, he quickly tried to access his bank, but was denied by the bankers at the Grand Exchange too.
"How is this possible??" Variously private messaged back to TeamTofu.
"It gets even worse..." TeamTofu replied. "The Agility skill has been replaced by Crossfit. And all meat-based food has vanished from the game. It's impossible to train Fishing now!"
"Wait..." Variously responded. "So you're saying we're all vegan crossfitting hardcore ultimate ironmen???? Oh god..."
"Speaking of god, all the gods have been removed from the game as well, along with any type of grains, compost, and Farming-related spells..." TeamTofu messaged back.
"Oh fuck, we're vegan crossfitting atheist gluten-free organic-only hardcore ultimate ironmen?!?!?!" Variously replied. "Is this some kind of twisted nightmare??"
At that moment, another one of Variously's friends private messaged him.
"Hey dude, have you heard about all the chaos?" Saranovic said. "I think I know the cause of it! I need your help! Meet me at W321 Lumby."
Variously quickly hopped and teleported to Lumbridge. He saw Saranovic right away, and quickly demanded an explanation.
"A Jagex moderator has gone rogue and made all these changes," Saranovic explained. "We have to hurry, he's coming! He's after me because I stole his rotten potato. We can reverse the changes with it but only if we can weaken the JMod. I need your help to find --"
Suddenly, a bright flash of light engulfed their vision. A figure appeared near them, sporting a badge with a gold crown with a letter M engraved on it.
"Give me back my potato!" shouted the Jagex moderator. Variously gasped, recognizing the JMod. It was Mod Mark!
"We need to get out of here," Saranovic said desperately. He grabbed Variously and tele-othered both of them out of there to Varrock.
"I've covered our trail. It should take him awhile to find us. Let me explain what we need to do," said Saranovic. "We have to use the rotten potato to revert the changes made to the world. Sadly, Mod Ash sacrificed himself to get the rotten potato to me, so we have no others to help us. The other JMods have been imprisoned by Mod Mark. Currently, Mod Mark has enough power to block the potato from working effectively. We have to overpower Mod Mark to stop him from blocking the potato. With his dying breath, Mod Ash told me about a mythical object called Markdonald's that can destroy Mod Mark. He's made it his mission to delete any clues to this object in-game, and will silence anyone that even mentions it! We have to find it! The myth says that Markdonald's is located at the Golden Arches."
"Wait!" Variously shouted. "I know where that is! It's the Druids' Circle in Taverley! A monk told me that in ancient texts from the First Age, the arches were mentioned to be gold, but eventually were turned into stone by Jagex! Holy crap, no one in the history of RuneScape has ever figured out what those stone arches were for, but they must be there as a seal for Markdonald's. My house is at Taverley, let's go there now!"
The pair of players teleported to Variously's house and exited the portal to Taverley. They quickly ran to the Druids' Circle.
"How do we get Markdonald's from the arches??" exclaimed Saranovic, out of breath. He had not trained his Crossfit skill much and it was clearly showing.
"We need to change the stone arches back into Golden Arches! Quick, cast High-Level Alchemy on them!" Variously shouted, as he quickly casted the spell on one of the arches. The arch shook as it turned into gold.
"It worked!" Variously said. They quickly turned all the arches golden. Suddenly, the entire area started rumbling as if an earthquake was happening. At the center of the Golden Arches, a brown bag appeared that had a yellow, rounded M on it and the phrase 'I'm lovin' it' printed on it.
"That's the Markdonald's!!" Saranovic shouted. They quickly rushed to grab it, but before they could, they were blasted to the edge of the circle by a white light. The source of the light was on the other side of the circle, where Mod Mark stood.
"I've finally found you! Now hand over the potato and be good little vegan crossfitting atheist gluten-free organic-only hardcore ultimate ironmen like you should." Mod Mark cackled.
"Sorry Mod Mark," Variously shouted back, "Ironmen can't trade!"
He rushed toward the center of the circle, with Mod Mark rushing forward a split second later. Variously burst forward with all the Crossfit experience he could muster. He was level 99 Crossfit, but was it enough? He closed his eyes, expecting to be blasted to smithereens by Mod Mark. But instead, he found his hand closing around the brown bag of Markdonald's. He had reached it before Mod Mark could get to him! Variously threw the bag forward, at Mod Mark, who shrieked in anguish.
"Bet you wish you had laid off the Markdonald's now, hadn't you?" Variously said, looking down at the writhing Mod Mark on the ground. He turned back to Saranovic, and exclaimed "Quick! Use the potato to revert this nightmare!!"
Saranovic quickly grabbed the potato out of his bag and scrolled through the interface until he found the option to revert all the changes. He activated the potato, and at the same time Mod Mark screeched "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Variously checked his skill tab and noticed that Crossfit had turned back into Agility. "It worked!!" he shouted. A moment later, three flashes of light appeared -- it was three more Jagex moderators.
"We've come to arrest Mod Mark," one of them said. "Once you weakened him, we were able to escape our imprisonment. Thank you so much for all your help. We'll take it from here."
The JMods took the potato from Saranovic and teleported them to Varrock.
"I need a fucking beer," said Variously. "Wanna grab a drink at the Blue Moon? Man, that was fucking insane, wasn't it?"
"All in a day's work, my lad," replied Saranovic, "All in a day's work."

Spoiler: Story #14

Included sythe members: Mootrucks and Syed

Story:
The story takes place in an alternate world where cow people rule the world. One of the laws require that everyone drinks a cup of milk every day.

This is the cow sheriff, responsible for coming up with laws that humans must follow in the new cow world.


One day I decide to not drink the cup of milk and pour it down the sink instead.
"Nothing will happen anyway." I thought.
I mean, would they even find out that I didn't drink the milk?

A day passes and nothing happens. The cow people haven't found out what I did yesterday. "I knew it, there's no way they would know if I don't drink the milk" I said to myself as I poured the second glass of milk down the sink. Since it was 1 am in the morning, I decide to go to sleep since I have work tommorow at the milk farm.

Suddenly I wake up after hearing a loud crash coming from my basement followed up by what sounds like cow footsteps walking upstairs. It wasn't long until I heard the footsteps stop at my door.

All of a sudden Mootrucks breaks down my door and says:



Mootrucks begins to open a gallon of milk with his cow hooves and then proceeds to forcefully shove it down my throat. All of a sudden I wake up to find out that the cow world was just a nightmare. I try to go back to sleep, but then I hear someone ringing the doorbell. Scared for my life, I quickly grab a kitchen knife and slowly walk down to the front door and look through the peep hole.

"Oh it's just an ordinary brown man, I'll just open the door and ask him what he wants" I thought to myself while putting the knife away.

As soon as I open the door, the brown man takes off his coat to reveal a suicide vest!!

"My name is Syed, I come from afar, I have a bomb in my vest, allahu akbar" Syed says as he presses the button on the detonator.

"Oh shit waddup" says Killswitch
*boom*

The End

Spoiler: Story #15

It was a dark and stormy night as FireZ was heading home from work. As he pulled into his driveway, he noticed that his front door was slightly ajar. “That’s odd,” he thought to himself, as he was sure he had locked it before leaving. He nudged the door open and cautiously stepped inside. His eyes picked up a faint glimmer of light at the end of the hallway, and he moved towards it squinting. Suddenly, he was struck from behind and collapsed to the floor in a heap.

He awoke sometime later with an aching head. FireZ tried to get to his feet but quickly found that his limbs were tied and he was hanging suspended in mid-air. He struggled to get loose of his bindings but it was to no avail. A figure then stepped out of the shadows.

“Who are you‽” yelled FireZ as he continued to fight his restraints.

“Don’t you remember me?” the figure replied as he produced a knife from behind his back, “I warned you this would happen.”

He stepped into the light, revealing himself as divinetaco121. He began to cut into FireZ’s abdomen. FireZ cried out in agony but the sound was soon muffled as his own intestines were stuffed into his mouth. As the pain became too much to bear, he felt himself slipping away…

And then jerked up in his bed, the covers around him drenched. “It was just a nightmare,” FireZ thought to himself as he stumbled his way towards the bathroom. Right as he reached the door he slipped on a wet substance on the floor. Flipping the light switch on, he gasped in horror. It was a watermelon sliced in half.

Inspired by: Stuff.
divinetaco121 said: ↑

Spoiler: Story #16

Am I awake?

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! The bolts of lightning struck overhead. I could only catch a glimpse of what was happening around me. BANG! BANG! BANG! The thunder raged through my ears. Deafening me as I fell to my knees, I had crawled into a ball, scared and frightened.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” A girl had screamed!

A wet sensation trickled down my face; unable to make out whether these were tears... Or blood.


And then… I woke up.


“SCOTTTT-T-T-Y-YYYY… S-S-C-C-OOTTTYYYYY…!” I was screaming his name as if I was in pain, my heart throbbing with pain.

“Sc…Scott… Scotty….Sc…” Mumbling now as my body was shaking with fear.

Tears rolling down my face, as I waited for him to respond. He didn’t respond. It was pitch black. A cold breeze down my spine had caused me to shudder furiously. I tried to look around, but it was pitch black. I could see nothing. And then it hit me. I wasn’t in bed. There was no warm, cosy, soft duvet. There was no bby, my teddy bear, within arm’s reach. Am I even awake?

“Scotty, Scotty where are you!” With a nervous tone of voice I whispered.

I had expected him to rush to my aid. There was no sign of him. Why would he leave me, alone, cold, afraid? Scotty wouldn’t leave me alone in my time of need. I need Scotty, I needed him right now. The thoughts raged through my mind, it had to. If I thought about what was happening I don’t know what would happen.

BOOM!

I flew backwards, landing with a hard thump. A shocking pain in my heart had me crippled and unable to move, I was glued to the floor. A bright light appeared in front of me nearly blinding. I could barely see Chloe appear. She looked like her head was about to explode. That big boom, perhaps her head had exploded and regrew.

“YOU DARE BETRAY ME?!” Screamed Chloe, she was angry, I could tell by the tone of her voice.

“No… no. It’s not what you thi-“

Scotty? Was that Scotty? Is that-…?

“YOU ARROGANT PIECE OF SHIT, HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME WITH SONIA?!”

“It-t-t isn’t like that-t-t Chloe! She’s only my friend!”

Well... he had got that right. He was just a friend… I mean he was friend zoned, not that he knew.

“You’ll pay for this, YOU WATCH!” Chloe shrieked, her voice sounded like she had ripped her voice box out and swallowed it again.

The voices had trailed off into nothing, the light had faded and there I was again in pitch black. I was alone, with nothing but my thoughts for company. My body shuddered with the cold that had capsuled around me. Had I just dreamed about what just happened? Am I even awake? Was this a vision? Scotty had only asked me to marry him yesterday. Could he have been cheating? This pain in my heart…


And then… I woke up.


“Sonia... SONIA!” Wake up! Scotty was shaking me as I opened my eyes with a confused look and a sharp pain in my heart.

“Sonia… Are you ok? You look so worried whilst you were sleeping.”

“I’m-m-m… F-f-f-f-i-ine…” I stumbled as I tried to focus.

“W-what are you doing in my bed?” I said.

“What do you mean? Why would I not be in our bed?” he responded sharply albeit slightly confused.

“Our bed… What do you mean our bed?” I whispered.

I looked at Scotty; the slight feelings of worry had crept over me now.

“We got married last week, Sonia are you feeling ok? Did you have another nightmare?”

Married? Haha! Married, to Scotty? What on earth was happening? Slowly the anxiety crept up through my thoughts into the open. A distraught, confused, worried look had been portrayed on my face.

“Sonia? Don’t you remember? When Chloe died?” He said now starting to look worried staring at my somewhat uninterested face.

“C-ch-chloes d-d-dead?!” I shrieked in fear. The pain started to race through my heart again.

Did Scotty kill Chloe? Was that the blood trickling down my face, the lightning had flashed and all I could see was… oh no. Chloe was dead. Scotty had killed Chloe. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a nightmare. I had married a murderer! The thoughts now racing through my head, the pain in my heart was growing. Am I even awake?


And then… I woke up.


I was staring down at myself, my motionless, empty, cold looking, pale-skinned body as it was drenched in a pool of my own blood. A single knife wound to the heart, I had bled out instantly. It was a gruesome, cold evil sight. Tears streaming down my face, my legs beneath me unable to keep me standing, I felt crippled, falling to my knees, I grabbed my left bosom, clenching my chest; realising that, that had been the pain all along. I was murdered.

Who could it have been? Scotty? Chloe?

“MWUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA…!” Yankiee had roared with laughter.

“It was I; you pathetic girl. And next it will be Chloe, and then I shall have Scotty all to myself!”

Yankiee had gone mad with the power she gained from killing & stabbing me in the back. The look on her face, the greed had crept over her body. It had taken control of her. She wasn’t like this, she was a nice girl. Roaring with laughter she waved the knife about. And then… she stabbed herself.

“Oh!” She exclaimed as the sharp knife had entered the mid-section of her body. Her face removed of all expressions, as she fell backwards and hit the floor. She lay motionless beside my cold bloody body.


And then … I woke up.


“I wish it had been me, and not Sonia.” Scotty’s soft voice echoed throughout the room.

The 31st of Halloween, it was the day of my funeral. I lay motionless in my coffin, and I heard Scotty talk and talk about his undying love for me. He had wishes of getting married, having children and a life together.


And then… I woke up.


“Scotty?... S-S-Scotty??”

I had woken with a confused and bizarre feeling in my heart.

“Scotty?!” I exclaimed as I realised I was in this dark pitch black, empty, nothing… again.

Thump… thump… thump… a dull thump had echoed around me. I turned around, looking down in absolute shock. I fell to my knees. Scotty lay there, as the last beats of his heart was slipping away from his soul.

“S-S-Sonia… i-i-l-ov-y-u“…his last breath slipped away from his lungs. The words ‘I wish it had been me’, echoed in my head as I sobbed and cradle Scotty in my arms. The pain in my heart unbearable, tears of blood bleeding down my face in agony. I collapsed beside Scotty. Bodies intertwined we lay motionless, the pain in my heart was killing me, my last breath slipped away from my soul.

The Grim Had Taken Our Lives.
This was the 31st of October; Halloween.

But ... Am I awake?

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Thanks witch

 

10, 8, 2, 4, 11

 

I liked 10 thought that was amazing cba to read the rest so my list will be 1,12,8,9,10. GL KIDS S/O 10 IDK WHO U ARE BUT UR AMAZING! 8 IS ALSO A HORROR STORY WHICH IM PRETTY SURE IS WHAT THIS WAS MEN'T TO BE?

 

1 2 3 9 12

 

#2, #8, #9, #15, #16 - Might re-read and change my mind but I like these ones the most

 

14, 15, 3, 7, & 11

 

16, 11, 9, 8, 4

 

#4 and #8, no others are worthy.

 

#1 only the rest are absolute shit lol

 

1, 3, 5, 7, 12

 

#10 and #12

 

#4,#5,#8, #11, & #16 are great.


if I could choose 1 more as well it'd be #9.

 

#2 was spooky as shit. I'm going to create a movie with it

 

#2

hehe

 

#6, 2, 9, 13, 14, 5, 3, 10, 12, 1, 7, 4, 8, 11, 16, and 15

 

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 #11 #12 #13 #14 #15 #16

no order

 

Only choose five. Thanks.

You need to choose at least five if you've voted for less.

 

What do I do if people have tried to coerce me into voting for them?

 

tell us who and how seriously they tried to coerce you