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05-08-2014 03:18 PM
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The ghost’s revenge
The ghost’s curse
Part 2: the reaper

I just barely survived his recent onslaught. I need to type all this down before he comes back to kill me. By the time you read this, he will be on to his next victim. I will be dead. So please, listen to me. I don’t know his name, but he is out for revenge against the descendants of one-hundred people who killed him. He swore to kill their bloodline. And there is nothing I have to stop him.
Anyways, I have only half an hour left. I need to get on to it. After my recent post, I heard a raspy voice in the kitchen, then two screams. The silver haired ghost walked out of the kitchen, blood stained on him. He saw me, and I ran to the nearest door. However, when I tried to jerk it open, the door was locked from the outside, which wasn’t possible. Then he said, “Thinking of getting out, are you? Why don’t you greet your old friend?” I backed away, trying to get out. Unfortunately, that door behind me slammed shut. He walked toward me slowly, like a Slenderman. I screamed and ran to the nearest window, which was shut tight. I turned to find him standing at the doorway. “Go on, run” he said. “Every door and window is locked. There is nowhere for you to go, except in this house. I also ditched all your food shortly after killing your parents, who were unfortunate to get a late-midnight snack.” Despair filled me. I wanted to collapse and weep, but I knew I couldn’t help mys4elf or anyone who might be his next victim if I did nothing. I tried to get to the phone in the kitchen, and he called “oh, by the way: your phone is broken. I had to break it because I needed that revenge on you, and I don’t want the police swarming you.” I went to the living room, were, strangely, the Wii system was on. I pulled the plug again, thinking it would help the situation, but nothing changed. “Seriously?” the ghost asked. “You thought I live only in video games? Boy, you should do your history. Videogames were invented in the 1980s. That’s where I committed my first murder via videogame, heh. I caused the ping pong ball to real life and smashed it into the players head.” I looked around for a weapon, since I was not going down without a fight. I had to go into the kitchen, and I almost lost it when I saw my parents; dead, chained, and so bloodied up it was impossible to tell who was my mother or father. “That’s right, that is your parents” he called. “You know, why don’t I take you to a place where we can have a bit more room, eh?” I quickly took a random knife a butcher knife before the world dissolved around me.
And with that, I suddenly appeared in the yard full of dead bodies. They looked exactly the way they looked like when I was here three months ago. What’s weird was that they still looked like they died just hours ago. The only difference was the three trees that were in the middle of the yard. Thankfully, I still had my knife. “How do you like my place now?” a raspy voice boomed, seeming to come from everywhere. “I also planted trees of strength. With those, I am all powerful! I can make worlds bend to me, and the only thing that can stop me is if someone chopped them off!” then, I thought it was his fatal mistake. Without pausing to consider, I ran over there to chop the trees down. I chopped the first one easily, but there was silence. I wished I put two and two together then. I chopped the second tree, then the third, and after that the ghost finally made a sound; he laughed very hard, and after a few minutes, he said, “you chopped down the trees of sorrow. You just vanquished whatever protection your ancestor made on you. Now it’s time to die.”
Now we were back at the kitchen. The ghost was surprisingly red in the face, probably from laughter. Finding my chance, I tried to stab him. Unfortunately, I slipped on the fresh blood of my parents, and the ghost dodged to the side, making me slightly graze his armpit. He glared at me with hatred. “Nice try, but you only achieved one hour of freedom, doing nothing.” He disappeared, leaving me alone with my dead parents. I wasted the first ten minutes trying to get out, but every door and window was locked. I then decide to tell everyone about him before I died. I don’t know who he will strike at next. I just used the last fifty minutes of my life warning you. So please hhiqnxnwi38fm48fs4ljfiemrihrxdnwop348rnycv[p98uexr890t v92 782o4vm 098qyt4c frv9t8p-4ty 984 y ty9gt q-3ywh38ui5yu88opqwtiu;o,b9w840-,k8ph34t cv[p3y4yu[qa045ryju w[95iu [3589tjkg[gdftr



So, he tried to tell the story about me, eh? Well, nothing to worry. It will benefit me in the end. It always had, and it always will. So let me finish things up by telling the tellers death. It was glorious, I tell you! First, I walked up to his room to find him on the computer. Turns out I forgot about the internet again. I choked him to near-death, and then I bound him in the red hot iron chains I brought with me. Next I then cut his skin off, millimeter by millimeter. After the lovely screams and fountain of blood, I took a needle and some cloth and stitched his eyes shut, poked them with the needle, then stitched his mouth. After tons of writhing in pain and a scream that tore his lips apart, thanks to the stitches, he died from blood loss. I regret that I couldn’t have more fun with him. Now, I am off to my next victim, but first let me post this. Oh, and progamer? You are the next in line.


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Why all the extremely long copy pastas?


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sonicmariolink wrote: The ghost’s revenge
The ghost’s curse
Part 2: the reaper

I just barely survived his recent onslaught. I need to type all this down before he comes back to kill me. By the time you read this, he will be on to his next victim. I will be dead. So please, listen to me. I don’t know his name, but he is out for revenge against the descendants of one-hundred people who killed him. He swore to kill their bloodline. And there is nothing I have to stop him.
Anyways, I have only half an hour left. I need to get on to it. After my recent post, I heard a raspy voice in the kitchen, then two screams. The silver haired ghost walked out of the kitchen, blood stained on him. He saw me, and I ran to the nearest door. However, when I tried to jerk it open, the door was locked from the outside, which wasn’t possible. Then he said, “Thinking of getting out, are you? Why don’t you greet your old friend?” I backed away, trying to get out. Unfortunately, that door behind me slammed shut. He walked toward me slowly, like a Slenderman. I screamed and ran to the nearest window, which was shut tight. I turned to find him standing at the doorway. “Go on, run” he said. “Every door and window is locked. There is nowhere for you to go, except in this house. I also ditched all your food shortly after killing your parents, who were unfortunate to get a late-midnight snack.” Despair filled me. I wanted to collapse and weep, but I knew I couldn’t help mys4elf or anyone who might be his next victim if I did nothing. I tried to get to the phone in the kitchen, and he called “oh, by the way: your phone is broken. I had to break it because I needed that revenge on you, and I don’t want the police swarming you.” I went to the living room, were, strangely, the Wii system was on. I pulled the plug again, thinking it would help the situation, but nothing changed. “Seriously?” the ghost asked. “You thought I live only in video games? Boy, you should do your history. Videogames were invented in the 1980s. That’s where I committed my first murder via videogame, heh. I caused the ping pong ball to real life and smashed it into the players head.” I looked around for a weapon, since I was not going down without a fight. I had to go into the kitchen, and I almost lost it when I saw my parents; dead, chained, and so bloodied up it was impossible to tell who was my mother or father. “That’s right, that is your parents” he called. “You know, why don’t I take you to a place where we can have a bit more room, eh?” I quickly took a random knife a butcher knife before the world dissolved around me.
And with that, I suddenly appeared in the yard full of dead bodies. They looked exactly the way they looked like when I was here three months ago. What’s weird was that they still looked like they died just hours ago. The only difference was the three trees that were in the middle of the yard. Thankfully, I still had my knife. “How do you like my place now?” a raspy voice boomed, seeming to come from everywhere. “I also planted trees of strength. With those, I am all powerful! I can make worlds bend to me, and the only thing that can stop me is if someone chopped them off!” then, I thought it was his fatal mistake. Without pausing to consider, I ran over there to chop the trees down. I chopped the first one easily, but there was silence. I wished I put two and two together then. I chopped the second tree, then the third, and after that the ghost finally made a sound; he laughed very hard, and after a few minutes, he said, “you chopped down the trees of sorrow. You just vanquished whatever protection your ancestor made on you. Now it’s time to die.”
Now we were back at the kitchen. The ghost was surprisingly red in the face, probably from laughter. Finding my chance, I tried to stab him. Unfortunately, I slipped on the fresh blood of my parents, and the ghost dodged to the side, making me slightly graze his armpit. He glared at me with hatred. “Nice try, but you only achieved one hour of freedom, doing nothing.” He disappeared, leaving me alone with my dead parents. I wasted the first ten minutes trying to get out, but every door and window was locked. I then decide to tell everyone about him before I died. I don’t know who he will strike at next. I just used the last fifty minutes of my life warning you. So please hhiqnxnwi38fm48fs4ljfiemrihrxdnwop348rnycv[p98uexr890t v92 782o4vm 098qyt4c frv9t8p-4ty 984 y ty9gt q-3ywh38ui5yu88opqwtiu;o,b9w840-,k8ph34t cv[p3y4yu[qa045ryju w[95iu [3589tjkg[gdftr



So, he tried to tell the story about me, eh? Well, nothing to worry. It will benefit me in the end. It always had, and it always will. So let me finish things up by telling the tellers death. It was glorious, I tell you! First, I walked up to his room to find him on the computer. Turns out I forgot about the internet again. I choked him to near-death, and then I bound him in the red hot iron chains I brought with me. Next I then cut his skin off, millimeter by millimeter. After the lovely screams and fountain of blood, I took a needle and some cloth and stitched his eyes shut, poked them with the needle, then stitched his mouth. After tons of writhing in pain and a scream that tore his lips apart, thanks to the stitches, he died from blood loss. I regret that I couldn’t have more fun with him. Now, I am off to my next victim, but first let me post this. Oh, and progamer? You are the next in line.


Interesting. I’ll upload the story now.


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05-08-2014 04:17 PM
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LOL progamer13 talking to himself.


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Zombie wrote: LOL progamer13 talking to himself.


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