Lazy Micro Blog #5
Alas. Chronic (and non-candy-related, really!) gastrointestinal malaise coupled with the usual legendary Gordonian indolence/despondency prevents yours truly from regurgitating something suitably macabre for 'Ween 06.
So in its stead, I reluctantly present a TALE OF TERROR, circa second grade. Insert bad Cryptkeeper pun here.
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Just testing the comments...
posting this on halloween to thank you for sharing this!
But... who is laughing at the end of the story?
AAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!111!!!!!
Well, the narrator(?) AGHed in terror just considering a creepy dwelling. I don't see why he'd then chuckle in most nasty fashion over gruesome decapitation by a hatchet-brandishing spectre.
So maybe it's the ghost at the end. Or maybe the narrator is insane. Or maybe my younger self desperately needed psychiatric help, back then.
Too late now, suckers! HA HA HA