Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Oct 23, 2006 7:29:38 GMT -5
entry one:
HEY THERE'S A SPIDER ON YOUR BACK!!!!!!
teh End
entry two:
Congratulations! You finally got your wish. After weeks of constant begging, you’ve finally managed to convince your friends to go with you on late night ghost hunt. For years you’ve been wanting to explore teh old farmhouse on teh outskirts of town. It’s been abandoned for over 50 years.
teh facts are that teh last family, teh Morgan’s, who lived in teh house all died in one night. teh family of four were found days later. Mother clinging to her daughter and father and son reaching out for teh door, bodies beginning to decay and bugs crawling over them. teh mystery of teh deaths was never solved.
Reports at teh time spread fast and furious. All saying something different. Some declared that it was a psychopathic serial killer. Making many fear for their lives. Others claimed that teh father went crazy, killed his family and had a heart attack himself. But teh most popular theory, and perhaps teh most terrifying, was that teh ghosts killed them.
Before this horrific event took place teh people of teh town warned teh family about their house. teh house itself was built 150 years before teh Morgan’s moved in and every family before had at least one death, if not many, before leaving for good. Of course, no one ever believed them.
After teh Morgan’s died people finally started to stay away from teh house. Rumors of curses and ghosts were enough to keep potential buyers away. But as teh years passed on teh fear that teh towns people once held diminished more and more with every new generation. And here we’re left with you.
Ignoring teh warnings and apparent senile rants of your grandmother, who has told you not to go, you meet up with your friends at teh end of a dark street. Turning on your flashlights you walk down teh overgrown path to teh farmhouse. teh only road leading to teh house had long ago been blocked off and no one since has dared to walk near.
As you climb up a small hill you begin to see teh roof of teh house peak over teh horizon. Your friends begin to joke and laugh, trying to mask their fears. But you’re not scared. Are you? Why should you be. After all, it’s just a rumor.
But even you can’t fight teh chill that works its way down your back as you approach teh house. It almost appears to be alive. teh window’s it’s eyes, teh door it’s mouth, and teh warm stagnant wind blowing in your face it’s breath.
Taking a deep breath, you step onto teh front porch with your friends. teh old boards creaking. It’s silly, but you feel teh need to be silent, as if you were afraid to wake someone. Or something.
Shaking it off, you laugh at your friends and open teh door. A rush of cold air hits you followed with teh sudden feeling of dread. But you talk yourself outta its. It’s all psychological.
You and your friends walk inside and into teh main room. Everyone begins to explore teh room, looking at teh decorating of teh time, old photos on teh tables and, is that, dried blood on teh floor?
Stepping around it you pin point teh places where teh bodies would have been found. teh son, near teh front door, teh father, dead center, and teh mother and daughter, huddled in teh corner.
teh chilled air continues to brush around you and your increasingly scared friends. They try to convince you that it’s time to go. You got your wish. You’ve finally visited teh house and nothing has happened. They wanna go. Now.
You try to convince them to stay just a little longer when teh door slams violently shut behind you! You and your friends run to teh door and try to open it, but it won’t budge.
You too begin to panic now as that previous feeling of dread creeps its way back into you when suddenly you hear it. teh soft, yet distant laughter of a little girl. Everyone stops trying to pull teh door open.
teh sound moves around you. To your left, then your right. Everyone clings to teh door, eyes opening wide.
Then you hear teh laughter right behind you. Spinning around you see it. Far in teh corner, teh ghostly figure of a little girl. She chuckles at you before she speaks, “Daddy says you shouldn’t be here,” then fades.
Before you have time to react teh door swiftly opens, causing your friends to fall out onto teh front porch. They take off running without a second though. You try to follow, but loose your footing as teh floor boards beneath you begin to shake. A ghastly red light shining between teh cracks.
Once again teh door slams shut, trapping you all alone.
It’s all over now.
Your friends have left you. They’ll never see you again. Who would’ve thought that your long awaited wish to visit teh haunted farmhouse would end like this. Who would’ve thought that it was true, all those stories that have been told over teh years.
It’s too bad that no one else will ever know what you do. You solved teh mystery, you’ve seen teh ghosts, but alas, all you’ve really done was create a new mystery.
I wonder if anyone will come back to try and find you.
HEY THERE'S A SPIDER ON YOUR BACK!!!!!!
teh End
entry two:
Congratulations! You finally got your wish. After weeks of constant begging, you’ve finally managed to convince your friends to go with you on late night ghost hunt. For years you’ve been wanting to explore teh old farmhouse on teh outskirts of town. It’s been abandoned for over 50 years.
teh facts are that teh last family, teh Morgan’s, who lived in teh house all died in one night. teh family of four were found days later. Mother clinging to her daughter and father and son reaching out for teh door, bodies beginning to decay and bugs crawling over them. teh mystery of teh deaths was never solved.
Reports at teh time spread fast and furious. All saying something different. Some declared that it was a psychopathic serial killer. Making many fear for their lives. Others claimed that teh father went crazy, killed his family and had a heart attack himself. But teh most popular theory, and perhaps teh most terrifying, was that teh ghosts killed them.
Before this horrific event took place teh people of teh town warned teh family about their house. teh house itself was built 150 years before teh Morgan’s moved in and every family before had at least one death, if not many, before leaving for good. Of course, no one ever believed them.
After teh Morgan’s died people finally started to stay away from teh house. Rumors of curses and ghosts were enough to keep potential buyers away. But as teh years passed on teh fear that teh towns people once held diminished more and more with every new generation. And here we’re left with you.
Ignoring teh warnings and apparent senile rants of your grandmother, who has told you not to go, you meet up with your friends at teh end of a dark street. Turning on your flashlights you walk down teh overgrown path to teh farmhouse. teh only road leading to teh house had long ago been blocked off and no one since has dared to walk near.
As you climb up a small hill you begin to see teh roof of teh house peak over teh horizon. Your friends begin to joke and laugh, trying to mask their fears. But you’re not scared. Are you? Why should you be. After all, it’s just a rumor.
But even you can’t fight teh chill that works its way down your back as you approach teh house. It almost appears to be alive. teh window’s it’s eyes, teh door it’s mouth, and teh warm stagnant wind blowing in your face it’s breath.
Taking a deep breath, you step onto teh front porch with your friends. teh old boards creaking. It’s silly, but you feel teh need to be silent, as if you were afraid to wake someone. Or something.
Shaking it off, you laugh at your friends and open teh door. A rush of cold air hits you followed with teh sudden feeling of dread. But you talk yourself outta its. It’s all psychological.
You and your friends walk inside and into teh main room. Everyone begins to explore teh room, looking at teh decorating of teh time, old photos on teh tables and, is that, dried blood on teh floor?
Stepping around it you pin point teh places where teh bodies would have been found. teh son, near teh front door, teh father, dead center, and teh mother and daughter, huddled in teh corner.
teh chilled air continues to brush around you and your increasingly scared friends. They try to convince you that it’s time to go. You got your wish. You’ve finally visited teh house and nothing has happened. They wanna go. Now.
You try to convince them to stay just a little longer when teh door slams violently shut behind you! You and your friends run to teh door and try to open it, but it won’t budge.
You too begin to panic now as that previous feeling of dread creeps its way back into you when suddenly you hear it. teh soft, yet distant laughter of a little girl. Everyone stops trying to pull teh door open.
teh sound moves around you. To your left, then your right. Everyone clings to teh door, eyes opening wide.
Then you hear teh laughter right behind you. Spinning around you see it. Far in teh corner, teh ghostly figure of a little girl. She chuckles at you before she speaks, “Daddy says you shouldn’t be here,” then fades.
Before you have time to react teh door swiftly opens, causing your friends to fall out onto teh front porch. They take off running without a second though. You try to follow, but loose your footing as teh floor boards beneath you begin to shake. A ghastly red light shining between teh cracks.
Once again teh door slams shut, trapping you all alone.
It’s all over now.
Your friends have left you. They’ll never see you again. Who would’ve thought that your long awaited wish to visit teh haunted farmhouse would end like this. Who would’ve thought that it was true, all those stories that have been told over teh years.
It’s too bad that no one else will ever know what you do. You solved teh mystery, you’ve seen teh ghosts, but alas, all you’ve really done was create a new mystery.
I wonder if anyone will come back to try and find you.