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HetaCorpse Party - Chapter 4: Finding clues
The purple painted floor was barely to see. Too big, too many holes litter it.
"An exit must be downstairs.", meant Germany.
"Let us first pop in this classroom.", suggested Italy.
"We don't must go in there. We must go downstairs as fast as we can."
They went to the western stairway. The way to it wasn't very long.
"Just look, Doitsu!"
In the ground to the stairs gaped a big hole.
"It is too big to jump over, but when we find something like a plank then we could go over it.",Germany mumbled.
"No problem,vee~! I am sure here is definitely a plank from the floor laying around."
They went back. It was unconfortable to be in a building like this. Still they have so many friends here, that they will surely find one of them.
"Aaaah!", Italy screamed.
"What is it?" Germany turned around to his friend in shock.
"T...there in the classroom... I saw how scissors was thrown against the window to the floor."
"scissors..." Germany made a handsign that Italy should sit
The House Made of Flesh - Chapter 1
We had stayed in the house for about a week but I wasn’t still used to the awful smell. I knew now the place a lot better.
There was a cellar but it was off-limits because the door to it was stuck. Dad had tried to open it a few times, but he had gotten bored of it fast. There was enough space for all of our stuff so the cellar didn’t matter that much. Although I would’ve been interested to check it out in case there was something interesting.
I had started to feel a bit weird after staying in the house for awhile and the school was starting on next week. I was beginning to feel nervous already. We had no neighbors because of the desert surrounding us. There was no internet either. What a nightmare to a teenager! Sigh, but I needed to let it go.
The house had three floors to it: cellar-, ground- and the second floor. My parents were living in downstairs whereas I was most of the time upstairs playing games on my xbox or watching TV. The silence was really unusual, but
TFP: Escapism - Chapter 3Chapter 3
Optimus wandered through the hallways of the Autobot base, the quiet hum of the ventilations and the buzz of the electricity running the base the only noise accompanying him. It had been a stressful time for everyone on the base with Breakdown among their ranks. It was understandable that Arcee would be livid at the concept, but she didn’t seem to understand the severity of the problem.
There was something wrong.
As he continued to walk around, trying to keep his steps quiet as to not wake anyone, a quiet sound caught his attention. It sounded like… a guitar?
Out of interest, the Prime started to follow the sound and raised an optic ridge when he found himself being drawn to the Medbay. Was Ratchet still up? And what was he doing?
His question was answered when he walked into the area, spotting the orange and white mech sitting down and reading something on a datapad. The source of the music was on his computer console
A Raven and a Writing Desk: Chapter 1Asking me to recount the tale of my insanity is like asking me to recite the entire Bible from memory: parts will end up changed and aspects will be omitted, although not purposefully. The trouble I have telling this story is that while I’m positive something horrible happened, I can’t truthfully discern which parts were real and which weren’t. I will share what I remember with as much accuracy as possible, but don’t hold me to it.
It all began on a dark and dreary December night in 2013. Rain and wind howled in the windows as frigid air leaked in through whatever crevice it could, winding through the stillness like a hunting snake ready to bite my sides and infect me with its cold poison. Typical Bellingham weather. I was used to it, after so many years, so it didn’t bother me.
I sat at my desk, which sat in my room, which sat in my rather secluded house on the outskirts of the city. I hunched over my paper as I scribbled upon it, movements neat and quick
The silence is not your friendIt was just another average day for Lucius Barker. Wake up, have a shower, get dressed, attempt to eat breakfast without throwing the bowl at the wall, take an early morning beating from his foster father, go to school, come back, have dinner, do homework then go to bed. Lucius was 16 almost 17 living with a foster family after his parents were shot when a bank robbery went horribly wrong. He himself had been in the bank with his parents at the time and saw the shooting happen. After that he refused to speak to anyone unless necessary. Refusing to speak got Lucius into trouble a lot in school mainly with boys and girls who picked on him. Another reason for the abuse he received both at home and in school was the fact he heard things. Voices to be exact. The voices in his head told Lucius to do things he didn’t want to do which resulted with him yelling for them to stop and to shut up. Today was the day everything went wrong for Lucius. He did his normal routine and waited for his
"Ok, I made up my mind what we are going to do." Melody stood up and looked at her bored friends "And what is that?" Anna asked. "We are going to the SlenderMan woods!" Melody yelled. "No." Louis spoke up. "Aw come on Louis! It will be fun." Melody glared at Louis. "So its fun to die?" She asked. "We're not going to die..there is no such thing as SlenderMan." Melody joked. "Then why go?" Louis crossed her arms. "Because, it's something to do. And they say there are these notes that are stuck to trees, and other places. I say we make a game out of it." Melody walked to her dresser and pulled on a jacket. Louis rolled her eyes, as she to stood up, "What are the rules?" She asked. "No rules, who ever gets more notes before the sun rises...wins." Melody smirked. They all followed Melody to the kitchen, she grabbed six flashlights. "Ok, no one gets an extra flashlight." Melody handed everyone one. "What if it stops working?" Adam asked. "Oh well."
Where Nightmares Play - Epilogue“Two weeks ago, up-and-coming artist Janine Hyland vanished from her motel in Wallace, Idaho while touring for the first time. Her manager, Jack Cason, reports having last seen her on the walkway outside of their room with her friend Sophie Sahall. Miss Sahall told police that she Janine wanted to ‘enjoy the scenery’ for a little while longer the night they checked in, and never returned to their room. They discovered that she was missing the next morning. Their sound technician, Hamlet Tuson, stated that they were all supposed to have stayed the night and left the next morning for Plymouth, Minnesota. Search teams scoured the area but found only a small amount of blood. This blood with confirmed to belong to miss Hyland, but nothing else has been found. Stay tuned after the break to find out what the chief of police thinks of the situa-“
The television powered down as Jack pushed the power button on his remote. He
Who's that man?The day had gone by quickly for Alastair who was trying to go the day without having an episode. He was walking into the living room when he stopped seeing a man in white sitting on the couch.
“Ehh Masky who’s that?” Alastair asked when Masky passed him.
“No idea he won’t talk” Masky shrugged before continuing into the kitchen. Alastair studied the man and saw his yellowish hair hung low in front of his face covering most of his mask. He saw the white material had a thin black line on it which made a large smile. Alastair noticed the man was wearing a bloody straight jacket and his arms were tied behind his back. The man was wearing blue jeans and dirty black shoes. Alastair saw the handle of a scythe sticking out of his jeans and looked him over again.
“Ali! Ali! Ali!” Insane Smiles whined tugging on his shirt.
“What?” Alastair asked looking down at the young girl.
“What’s up with the weird guy on the couch?
The Walking Dead Beatles -8-Chapter Eight of The Walking Dead Beatles
Fog. Fog covered the lowly, empty streets of trashed London like a blanket. The only object in the midst of the white blanket was Ringo, standing only in his short night-shirt and bare feet. His baby bump was poking out, but it was only a small lump. The drummer set a hand on his bloated stomach, rubbing it in circles as he walked down.
As he walked, every turn and stroll around London resulted with no occupants. Everything was empty, no residents, no cars on the road, not even zombies that have possessed all of London; it gave off an eerie aura around the deserted town. The drummer turned his head around, around to every corner, around in every spot, everywhere to take in the eerie atmosphere.
Then all of a sudden, a strange and horribly disoriented sound blasted off from just nowhere; giving Ringo a spook. The drummer gestured down to his soon-to-be baby.
''Now...now...it's nothing....'' Ringo assure
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