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Lenny loved his motorcycle but he was afraid of the strangeness of other towns. We used to watch him circling his house endlessly, revving the engine and never really going anywhere. One day the dust kicked up bad, and I could just about make him out on the horizon. I never saw him again after that.
People said Mr.Gregson was pretty strange and there were a lot of rumours when the Thompson kid went missing. He had a lot of land and always had to find new ways to keep the birds away from his crops.
Soon after we started out our school invited us to the dance. When we played the teachers told all the girls to sit down and cross their legs. They said it was "the Devil's Music".
Nicky said that through the power of our hypnotic guitars we could make people do our bidding. As if to prove it he would often sneak us round the back of the dance halls and demand the girls give us head.
I was just a child when a deep and unexplained feeling of dread which haunted me right into my adult years swept over me. As time went on I became aware that I was different from the other kids.
Go on.
This Halloween we will likely just be going as ourselves
Sometimes, when we would get sad, we liked to pretend we were insects and had no feelings.
These would be better if they were related to the pictures posted. The only one that makes sense is the scarecrow one
When the photographer's shutter clicked, I became an only child.
On weekends, uncle John would invite some of us round for what he called 'ceremonial' tea.
When the wind was up and the house would creak - Lenora would find it hard to sleep.
Dad was a somnambulist, and could recite very strange and vivid dreams whilst asleep. After a particularly intense recital, the priest said there was some kind of evil magic in him - but I think it was all talk.
Any time we went to a new town, Gretchen would clutch her toys close and repeat over and over "This Ain't Kansas Any more!"
The doctor says my surgery went well. I wish I could remember what the procedure was for.
Every night I'd have a nightmare where I wake up in the woods. I'd run for hours until im exhausted; Lost in the neverending maze of trees. The dream always ends with a set of teeth staring at me from the bushes. Then I'd wake up. One day I didn't.
All Mother wanted was a daughter, but the last pregnancy was a bleeder, she lost her womb.
The smiling doctor said he could help, and after a small adjustment, Mother had her daughter at last.
>>18455113
Skipped a few desu
They're always there at night, at the edge of the tree line.
Its nice, they're good protection from what lives in the woods. I'll put them out some supper plates.
These are very good microstories. Very evocative.
"Good evening"
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>>18455113
>>18455119
fuck off
>>18455206
Anon would always shitpost on /x/, but nobody would ever reply.
One day, he got tired of waiting for (you)s, and decided to go back to 9gag where the pictures were more colorful and the memes were easier to understand. He was never heard from again.
Dad never approved of me and Allison's relationship. Thinking back on it now it might've been deep seated jealousy. He always did say her face reminded him of mother.
Uncle Charlie used to complain of what he called "the night ticks". He'd wake up somewhere strange every day and never could remember how he got there.
My brother always talked about the new kids in town and their wild parties in the woods. He got invited to one and nobody has seen him or them since.
>>18456822
do go on?
Despite our sense of humour, for some reason a lot of people at school considered Nicky and I unapproachable.
>>18456822
This one is good.
The sky opened and the big gaping maw of a dead dreaming god swooped down and with its blackened tendrils ripped my young sisters body right in front of me. That was the last thing I saw until my vision burned and completely shut out. But im not blind. For I can still see it's finger hithering me every closer each day to the afterlife.