Prove it!I’ll start with one sentence; each hubber adds the next sentence creating an engaging and interesting story.I began to question myself, as the doubt sent chills up my spine I turned reaching for the door knob.
As I slowly turned the cold copper knob, it squeaked, as if to warn me what was on the other side.
Ewwwwww good Okay who's next?
But before I force myself to enter the door, a ghastly scream swathe the whole room.
Now were moving....
A chill ran up my spine my limbs froze as I held my breath
The scream was gutteral, yet at the same time, piercing - almost primeval and savage in its resonance.
really good use of discriptive words... awesome
My heart froze still in my chest from the eerie scream, as I saw a moonlit silhouette in the corner.
The figure was shrouded in the pale moonlight and appeared to be almost ephemeral.
My heart was pounding, it felt as if it might burst out of my ribs.
"Am I dreaming?", I whispered aloud.
anybody scared yet?
"What did I just see?" I thought to myself, while trying to breath.
Suddenly a cold hand clamped a fierce grip on my wrist.
I realized how foolish I had been to enter this haunted house alone.
Come here, a voice called, but I pretended not to hear.
The grasp grew tighter as I was pulled toward the other room.
My feet felt like lead as I was pulled along by the dark force.
I felt a warm glow from the other room as a longing to go inside grew deep within me.
My mind raced as I tried to remember how they dealt with situations like this in horror movies.
Yet still I found myself walking willingly as the grip on my wrist grew gentle, warm and inviting.
I heard in a far away faint, yet gruff voice, "None Shall Pass!"
Quickly another hand grasp my dangling hand, I was now being pulled by two forces.
"None shall pass? WTF?" I wondered aloud.
cool keep it coming...
Urged forward by these two unseen hands grasping my wrist I swallowed hard, knowing intuitively where this was heading.
"That is very peculiar?" I thought to myself, while I could feel the grasps getting tighter and tighter.
"My reality must be twisted," I believed within my own uncertainty, after drinking 2 coconut chocolate B-12 Smoothies while watching old horror movies and Monty Python reruns.
The strange yet hauting questioned begged, "would there be popcorn?"
"In heaven?"...because I think I'm about to die from total and complete fear.
Just as I had expected my heart stopped, it became heavy in my chest as all the blood rushed from my head.
Once again I was left scratcthing my head (and clutching my heaving chest), wondering who would be screaming, "Now we're moving!" and what on earth did it mean?
Suddenly the door slammed behind us as I was drug into the room, what is that horrible smell?
The assault on my senses continued, as the sickly sweet smell of decomposing flesh filled my nostrils and tested my gag reflex.
The darkness grew as I could only feel the warm breath on my neck from the figure pressing their body against me nudging me along.
And then I woke up. But my reality was much more sinister than my horrible dream, in fact it was some crazy continuation of my dream. Blood was everywhere, and I was on the floor in the middle of it. I tried to move but...
I tried to move but...I was terrified of leaving footprints in the blood that could link me to ... to what, I wasn't quite sure, but knew it couldn't be good!
What is that, I thought as a cold wet blade was placed in my hand.
The size and sharpness of the blade made me feel the type of anxiety that one feels while standing at the edge of a cliff.
To my horror, I saw that the wetness was the color of fresh, AB negative blood.
I, hesitantly, took the sword, realizing that my former life as a ninja had finally caught up with me.
It was hard to face the reality that 700 years of ninja-ing meant nothing -- centuries of training, the supreme wisdom of my sensei -- had left me woefully uprepared me for this situation.
With lightning fast ninjaesque reflexes, I began to run with no destination in mind.
While running, I silently pledged my Kuji-in chant.
It has kept me safe from untold horrors in the past -- would it protect me against the evils I knew awaited me down the hall?
My amazing running came to a sickening halt as my body slammed into the wall.
This is getting chilling...
Dazed and bruised, I felt a chilling wind begin to grow, as the shadows danced, menacingly, around me.
Chill winds were no stranger to me; but in all my 700 years I had never seen more menacing shadows!
Suddenly, I now knew who had mysteriously placed the sword in my hand, and as a highly trained assassin, I knew what my mission was.
I knew I had to move quickly with this realization before it escaped me again.
It was truly puzzling why my focus kept blurring, as realizations came to me and just as quickly disappeared!
But I had to remain lucid, as I was, now, engaged in mortal combat with his mercenaries, and every swing of my sword had to be accurate.
But the blinding combination of blood and cold sweat required me to rely on instinct, as I alternately thrust and parried my way into the next room.
Which, I realized fully one tenth of a second too late, was a trap.
Standing in the middle of the room were two ninja she-devils, with their irresistably exotic, and erotic, but deadly bodies.
"oooo La la, Hey baby" cooed one of the ninga she-devils as she slinked on past with her eyes flashing a steely silver hue.
Knowing that seduction is the she devil's primary weapon, I knew I could not give in to their advances, lest I would never reach my target--their master--alive!
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