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Taboo-Lagoon 
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26.03.2020
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Shadowcreatur
26.03.2020 01:47
LinkAsante sana boga la ndizi, wewe ni rafiki yangu mwenyewe
there
CupcakeAssassin
26.03.2020 01:48
LinkThanks so much pumpkin pumpkin, you are my own friend
Shadowcreatur
26.03.2020 01:51
Link
ingiza ibada
CupcakeAssassin
26.03.2020 01:52
Linkenter the bath
Shadowcreatur
26.03.2020 01:52
LinkXD
Shadowcreatur
26.03.2020 01:53
LinkPATA BARIKI
Ushamala
27.03.2020 06:37
Linki just want to spread dis
I'll tell you guys one of mine if you want. Just choose:
1) The Boy Who Drowned
2) Night Swim
3) Midnight Walker
4) Into Narnia, Out of Hell
5) Spectator
6) Sleep Soundly
The FitnessGram Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal [beep]. A single lap should be completed every time you hear this sound [ding]. Remember to run in a straight line and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark. Get ready! … Start. ding
Ah that... i managed to do 6 rounds, and 8 rounds a long time ago on P.E
A young boy is sleeping in his bed on a usual night. He hears footsteps outside his door, and peeks out of his eyes to see what is happening. His door swings open quietly to reveal a murderer carrying the corpses of his parents. After silently propping them up on a chair, he writes something on the wall in the blood of the dead bodies. He then hides under the child's bed. This scared the shit of out of the little shit. He can’t read the writing on the wall and he knows the man is under his bed. Like any child, he pretends that he slept through the whole thing and hasn’t awoken yet. He lays still as the bodies, quietly hearing the breathes from under his bed.
An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more and more to the darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it’s a struggle. He gasps when he finally makes out the sentence.
“I know you’re awake”. He feels something shift underneath his bed.
I personally don't think it's that scary but I'm told I'm hard to scare so idk
This will take a few comments The gallery opening was tomorrow night. Janelle and I were putting the final touches in the museum. Janelle was hanging some paintings up in the “1800’s” section. One of the paintings was a girl, she was wearing a long flowing gown with ruffles on the puffy sleeves. She held a paintbrush, with a pinch of red on the stringy tip. It was called “Lilith Painting” Then it happened. First I heard Janelle scream. Then WHACK! A ran to the employee lounge where my dog, Peanut, was licking her food bowl clean. I grabbed the gun we kept just in case and told Peanut to stay in the lounge. “Who’s there!?” I shouted. I heard another WHACK! THWACK! CRACK! I dashed to the 1800’s area and found Janelle was lying in a pool of her own blood. I noticed Lilith wasn’t in her painting. There were petite footprints leading away from Janelle’s body. I put two fingers on her wrist. Still alive.
“Hang in there, Janelle,” I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed 911. After I told them what had happened they said to stop wasting their time. Great. I grabbed a first aid kit that was on the wall and started pinpointing the spots where she was bleeding. “Janelle, your gonna feel a burning sensation, it's just some rubbing alcohol. Ok?” I used a cotton swab and rubbed the alcohol on her wrists, cheek, chest and nose. I helped her limp to the employee lounge. “Peanut, aide,” I told Peanut and clicked her little saint bernard barrel on her collar. CRACK! SMASH! SPLAT! I ran out of the employee lounge again. I saw some blood coming from the Medieval Time area. Then I realized. Kat was here. She was the one who started this place. She was going to donate the proceeds to charities! I found Kat with an axe to the back and she was hanging on the wall.
Written very neatly in blood next to her said; I’m coming for you, Max. When I find you, you’ll be history!!! I stopped dead in my tracks. The room was trashed, and Kat……..No. It can’t be! She’s too young! I curled up next to her and started crying. “P…..police? There’s been a murder at the Lovelance Art Gallery. Please, come quickly!” I shouted/cried into my phone and kept weeping. Kat, she was so innocent, so young. The police finally came and took my statement, Janelle was in critical condition. Kat was gone. People thought I was crazy until they saw Lilith really was gone from her painting. I know one thing, she's after ME.
My friends call me the spook-master. They also call me a weirdo but give or take
One dream I’ve had before, was terrifying. A nightmare if you will.
One night I woke up my bed( in my dream) I thought I heard someone yelling for me in the hallway. I got up out of my bed to see what it was, I stood there I saw a black figure. At first I thought it was my family member. Maybe my dad just a little bit taller if you will. I thought I was going crazy at first until I heard my mom yell front then top of her lungs. “Mom!” yelled. I had no answer. I decided to make my way past I figured to my laundry room. Just let you guys know that my laundry room and my house is separate places. So as I’m in my way to the laundry room I saw my mom and she asked me to help her with laundry. “Mama,?” I said a little shaken as what I had just seen. She looked at me fear in her eyes, I noticed she was looking behind me. I turn slowly as the momentum built. I saw nothing, what was she looking at?.. I turned look back at her. She was standing behind a guy he had no face, very Unproportional.
The way he looked at freaking out so much that I woke up crying, and I don’t member this very vividly due to me having it almost every night.
Note: all of the above stories that I write are true unless I tell you guys otherwise. I'm going to do my story called Midnight Walker
(look to my previous anim to see the upstairs layout)
So, I'm laying on the couch in the living room with my feet towards the kitchen, therefore enabling me to see everything. It was around 3 Am when it all started. I'm curled in a little ball, nearly asleep, when I hear my mom's bf, Michael, walking down the hallway. He had his shoes on, so I expected him to grab his keys and go to the store for... well, I dunno what you'd need at three Am, but anyways - I hear the footsteps stop at the end of the hallway, between the four way of the stairs, the kitchen, the living room, and the hallway. So, I prepared for the light to get turned on. I pulled the blanket over my head and closed my eyes tightly. But nothing happened. I wait a few more seconds, but there's no noise.
I peek out to where the footsteps stopped and there's no one there. Feeling a little antsy, I try to go back to sleep. But it starts again. I hear the footsteps start, not from the back of the hallway like the first time, but somewhere in the middle. They stop in the same place. I feel my heart starting to pump a little faster. I look up quickly, and, again, see nothing. Then, I hear the footsteps - tiny this time, like a child's - run through the kitchen into the dining room. My heart gives a jump, and I look into the dining room to see nothing but the table. As I turn my head, I hear the footsteps retreat down the hall again.
I feel my body tense: there's someone there for sure... Or something. For those of you who don't know, I have sort of extra senses to find the paranormal. 'I have to figure this out... If I don't, I won't be able to sleep...' I think to myself. My bare feet hit the wooden floor silently. A chill runs through my body. Whether it was from the cold floor, or from what was about to happen, I still don't know. I walk to the hallway, and continue the same story over in my head, trying to get it to make sense. 'My sister got up, went to the bathroom, got a drink of water, and went back to bed... That's all... You're overreacting...' I think to myself. I know better than to turn on the lights.
I creep down the hall, silent besides my pounding heart. I stand in front of my sister's door. It's at the end of the hallway, leaving about five-ish feet until the end of the hallway. I breathe in, then out, steadying myself, and repeating the story. 'She'll be awake, it's okay...' I open the door. She's sound asleep. I feel like I'm being watched. Out of the corner of my eye, at the left end of the hallway, I see a figure, black as night, with glowing eyes. What color were they? Not a color I know of... I can't explain it except as the color of death. My legs freeze, and my mind tells me to run. I know whatever the figure is, if I stay where I am, I won't live through the rest of the night. I bolt down the hall, managing to still stay silent. The figure seems to glide out of my sight, through the walls. I pounce onto the couch, shaking from fear. I look to the hallway, staring at it. I see the figure, perched at the entrance, staring at me. He can't come near me, can't come out of the hallway.
I couldn't sleep that night; my dreams filled with terrors of what would have happened if I didn't move. I still to this day don't know who - or what - that thing was, and I'm not sure if I do...
The End.
I have one!! You might’ve heard it (it might take a few comments!)
Once upon a time, there was a young girl. This girl wasn’t the kindest. She liked to pick on people at school and never let anyone get in her way. On her way to school with her friends, the girl sees one of her classmates jumping up and down on a manhole cover, saying something. The girl whispers to her friends, “Look at this weirdo! As strange as she is in class.” They all walk up to the girl. “Whatcha doing there dummy? Playing a little kids game?” Their classmate doesn’t stop jumping. The girl hears what she’s chanting. It sounds like the word “three” over and over. The girl snorts. “HEY LOSER! I SAID, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Their classmate keeps ignoring her. One of the girls friends scoff. “I’m going to class. Don’t waste your time on this deaf loser.” Her friends begin to walk away, but the girl is persistent. She shoves the classmate mid jump. “ANSWER ME! What are you doing?” Her classmate shoves her right back and gets back on the ma-
-manhole cover and begins to jump again. The girl scowls. “I’ll be back later, be sure of that.” She walks off the class, leaving her classmate behind.
After school, the girl begins to walk home, her friends a while behind her. She comes across her classmate again, that’s still at the manhole cover, and still jumping. This time, instead of chanting three, she’s chanting “nine. nine. nine.” The girl smiles. “Alright, dummy. Show me what game this is so I can beat you at it.” Her classmate stops jumping and looks at her. Her classmate says, “all you have to do is jump on the manhole cover. I’ll let you try.” The girl scoffs. “That’s easy! Watch me win. Move aside, idiot.” The classmate steps aside and the girl stands on the manhole cover. She jumps up. But she doesn’t land safely.
While she was jumping, her classmate pulled the manhole cover out from under her. The girl flew down the hole and died shortly there after. Her classmate watched her fall and smiled. They pulled the manhole cover back, began to-
- jump once more, and instead of chanting “nine,”
The classmate began to chant “ten.”
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