Lets write horror stories
| >It looks like we're the only two people left on earth uwu :3 *kisses you* !!!!!!!
| >my penidth
| >While watching the Superbowl, You suddenly hear a femboyish voice coming from your god given USA made American dry wall saying "HRT HRT" Then and there, You immediately recall a tale from your viet-vet pop about the trans ghost of Louisiana, You grabbed your trusty AR-15 with unbandageable triangular bayonet black market add-on. After finishing the last bite of your heart attack extra cheese beef subway, you try to get up and to your horror you heard it, Your parlay just died.
| >????♂ 1⃣ ???? ????.
| >you wake up disoriented and restrained to a table. a contraption of some sort above your cock and balls. just then someone shouts “now activate the cockenball annihilator”
| This isn't so much a story but something that happened a few years ago when I was out for a walk. I had this old lady friend who used to teach me the names of all the birds and the plants and we often took summer walks around a big birdwatchers pond. One unusually dry summer I heard a call from the middle of the pond that sounded like a weakened moan from a man. I stopped to listen but couldn't hear anything for a while so I kept walking but after a minute or two I heard it again.
| I asked the old lady if she had heard anything but she hadn't. I was genuinely worried about the sound but the idea of a man moaning(for help?) seemed so bizarre so I didn't know how to react. The pond was dryer than normal and the bottom was covered with thick slippery vines and roots so I figured it could've been the ground settling or the roots making the sound, or maybe even some weakened animal. After some time we turned a corner and I tried to get a better view when-
| both of us heard the sound and it sounded a bit more desperate this time. Like a person was straining himself to be as loud as possible despite being in a severely weakened state. I looked at the old lady and she had a worried look on her face so I decided to clear a path trough the reed to get a better look but I couldn't spot anything. I remember thinking that I wished I had a drone so I could scout the area better. I was debating with myself if I should call for rescue but we
| ended up doing nothing before going home. This hot summer day still haunts me several years later because, what if there's a bog mummy in that pond who's life I could've saved?
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>There once was a g/u/rl from dangeru
>Who dreamed she was posting on /u/.
>She was curious one night with no post in sight,
>And found it was actually on Awoo.
| Back in '93, drenched in a trench,
We trembled.
For the enemy was not in the sides,
But in the dark that in silence us watches.
| Back in '93, in the trench's embrace,
We stood, hearts trembling, face to unseen face.
For the foe lurked not in the light of day,
But in the shadows, where silent dangers lay.
| Santa's cum tastes the same as my dad's
| My name is Bicks Hardy I used to work at the BBC in London back in the early 90s. We had these people with project Blobby and what I saw horrified me to the core...it was summoned from beyond but it was too chaotic for the military so the director general of the BBC floated the idea of covering it as a new tv character called Mr Blobby.
He was on every show he enjoyed it loved being seen. Until the studio five massacre when we had to lock him away.
| >>1039555 thing is he's out again looking to make a comeback...he knows people miss him now, want to see his chaos on tv again.
He's not human it's not a guy in a suit it's evil and what he wants for our world frightens me.
I know Mr Blobby is coming for me, might be my last message but I have to get worse out...
| BLOBBY BLOBBY BLOOOOOBBBBBYYYY
| PLEDGE YOUR LOYALTY TO MR BLOBBY AND BLOBBY SHALL REVIVE YOUR BOARD!
BLOBBY BLOBBY BLOBBY THROW OPEN THE GATE OF CHAOS BLOBBY!
| Blo-B-Blobby? oh no...
| OP, contribute with a story of your own next time unless you want your thread to turn to shit.
| okay so, OP walks into a bar she hits the (possessed) door and she said "OUCH"
| the bartender then asks OP, "why the long face?" only for OP to reveal herself as the long faced monster
| tltr. let's start over: Today
| Today at this time OP is walks into a bar, she hits the (possessed) door and she said "OUCH"
| "MY STUPID ASS KEEPS CLAPPING WHEN I WALK"
| What if you turned to reach for something, and ot wasn't there....
Because...it had turned...
...
...
Into wood!
| ay fuk u guys mane my cock n ball obliterating story was crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
| the bartender then asks OP, "why the long face?" only for OP to reveal herself as the long faced monster
| Photorealistic Horse
| seeing a friend in public but they're missing their skin. they're missing their skin. they're missing their skin. their muscles are exposed and oxidizing and bleeding all over the cement. they're missing their skin. they're missing their skin. they cannot blink. veins throb with blood that seeps through exposed organs that seem to hold themselves together out of obligation. they're missing their skin. they smile.
| "They're not better than walking corpses."
My lips curled into a frown, as I shot my gaze to the floor. "Understood, director."
"I'm sorry, Robert." I patted the big man in the shoulder, his figure reduced to a small ball.
"No helping it, chief" He responded in a low raspy voice.
We stared at the endless dark through the window, as the sunlight made our figures cast the sharpest of shadows.
If you squinted, you could see it in the distance: The event horizon. Robert's new home.
| >kamala as president.. scarry
| aaaa nooo don't die you're so sexy haha
| Someone once said that Hell is a dark forest wherein your father greets you by prying open his ribcage and invites you to dance. Unfortunately for you, you are a ballerina, and the scorching wind through the trees plays The Nutcracker Suite.
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| I know you have nothing better to do g/u/rl
Why not write less-than-500-chars horror stories?