Hobo the Goblin was excited by the fact it was Halloween today. He was going to trick or treat with some friends, from goblin village. But then he got killed. Everyone lived happily ever after.
The prostitute was running in desperation by the London alleys leaving a trail of blood. breathless and exhausted.
But she Knew what lurked was much worse than any pain in the world.
She cried.
You're up late, only 70k more mining xp. Your room is dark. Your character heaves down the pick axe. He freezes, slowly turns. Even in his tiny face, you can see the look of horror. "Don't. move."
There's a knock, "Trick or Treat"
You go to the door
You answer and reach for the candy
The child grabs your arm
"No, You're the treat" he says
His eyes glow red, he smiles, you see bloody fangs
I want
A creaking noise from the door rubbed my sleep, there I saw someone's feet beside me. I tried to sleep again, thinking it was nothing. As i put my head down, a bloody head on my lap was smiling at me.
Struggling to keep breath,
For the end is nigh.
Clenching to hold truth,
As there is no deny.
Waking cold, dread, and death,
But brings peace to justify.
Forever in a soothe,
In a sea of the demise.
There are always two choices. One door leads to freedom, the other to a dark realm. I’m bleeding faster now and have little time. That growling is coming closer too. Oh well, no guts, no glory!
You get a knife to carve the pumpkin
You place it on the counter
You glance away for a moment
You turn back, Somehow he pumpkin is carved
You see the knife next to it
It starts coming towards at you
I want
She hurried along the dark street, her breath catching in her throat. The soft hooting of a Pan flute grew louder, the notes hovering in the air. She glanced back. It was right behind her.
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