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Registered: March 2012
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It was All Hallow Eve and although it was warm outside I felt chill. Everyone was out in their costumes getting their fill of candy as well as mischief but something was wrong.
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timmy
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Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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As they approached the door of old Mr Coombes's house, past the statue of the rabid chihuahua, the stench hit them, and a pale lilac glow arose between them and the road.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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The stomach turning smell was overpowering. Then, one by one, each of them felt a shiver and an overwhelming sense of fear.
"Be excellent to each other, and, party on dudes"!
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they stared, mouths agape and limbs trembling, as the glow of paled violet started to bleed in slow-motion spirals down the road, toward them. other than the sound of their quick breathing, the rest of the area was silent.
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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There was no place to go other than up the stairs to the front door. As we approached it slowly creaked open.
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Perhaps the most unusual thing that we noticed after that was the lack of anybody behind the door - the second most unusual thing being the small bowl of Halloween candy floating in mid-air at the threshold.
viðrar vel til loftárása
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