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 Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 2:31 pm
Hel frowned. Oh boo! This scareling wasn’t screaming yet! Hrm… Oh, okay…she had an idea. The ghoul placed both of her hands onto the closet door knob, and with a strong pull, she harshly slammed the closet door shut.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 3:56 pm
Peter gave out a little shriek and shivered in his blankets. He wanted to turn the lights back on again. He waved his popgun at the closet in what he hoped was a threatening manner, but was more like a lot of shaking and a teeny whimper.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 5:03 pm
Em.....this kid was rather interesting, he was denying their existences and acused all happened to physical reasons. Okay, she will tell him their existence, there was no way to hide cool Arynek grabbed the handle of the chair, to the right of the table. She pulled it slowly while forced it against the ground, so that a prolonged dragging sound was made. Then she stopped for a while before doing it again until Peter had signal to move. This was sure to be annoying enough. So what do you think this time, Peter?
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 5:41 pm
Junko had hidden under the bed when the light came on, holding her breath and not daring to make a noise that could attract his attention. Whoa, a kid had never turned the light on before. She waited for the light to be turned off before she slid out from underneath the bed and crawled across the room, bonking her head on something hard. Eh? Oh! A toy box! Awesome! She opened it, digging around until she found a pair of toy guns.
She crawled back to the bed and hid under it again, but this time two long tendrils of hair held up the guns, pointed them at the boil and pulled the triggers. She had no idea what was going to happen.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 6:24 pm
Peter let out a small wail as something heavy was dragged across his floor. There was no explaining it. He didn't have a pet dog. there was nothing but a monster that could be doing that. And it probably wanted to eat him. His wail rose in pitch when he heard a thunk somewhere near his toybox. His wail turned into a shriek as gunshots suddenly went off at the end of his bed. He wanted tonight to end. Please let it end.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 6:33 pm
Giggling with pure delight she crawled across the room again to dig around in the toy box. This time she found a small bow with suction cup arrows. Junko blinked, plucking the string and then turning a look toward the boil...and his lantern light. Maybe she could knock it down? She grinned, aiming at the hanging lantern and shooting an arrow at it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 7:01 pm
Peter has hid his head under his pillow. Apparently though the night wasn't going to end because he hid his head. He let out another pitiful little scream as something thumped down from the top of his tent bed on top of his sheets. He tentatively peeked out into the dark and saw his lantern had fallen. But at least the cord for it was still leading off towards the plug? He switched it on quickly seeking comfort from the light. The little suction cup arrow stuck to it only freaked him out more. He yanked it off and threw it across the room wide eyed. It was some time before he calmed down enough to switch his light back off. He was scared, but he couldn't not keep the dare. He had to turn his lights back off. The night wasn't over. Peter stared off into the dark. He was pretty certain monsters really did exist.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 7:06 pm
The light turned on and her meter went up more than it should have. Thirty?! Oops! She squeaked and hid under the desk, eyes wide and both hands clamped over her mouth until the light finally turned off.
And then Junko fled like a bat out of Hell.
((Exit!))
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 8:42 pm
What, what, what was this room.Cowboil theme? Really? This was a thing? Belladonna almost stopped in the doorway to marvel at the horrid design but at least remembered to close it behind her before it became apparent that someone had entered the room. In retrospect the witch wished she had let it become more obvious that someone had entered the room, but oh well. Too late now! Quietly as she could the witch dove under the bed and considered her options. There were so many things to do, especially since this kid seemed pretty relied up already... With a shrug the witch pressed her nails down against the floor and drug them slowly and noisily across the floorboards. It made a terrible sound, but not nearly as terrible as the noise that almost escaped her mouth. She'd just ruined her nails! UGH. This better scare this jackdamn kid because she was not sacrificing anymore of herself otherwise!
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 9:01 pm
AyeAvast Just one more thing. Blubbering= 1 step from scream Something was under his bed again. Peter blubbered and clutched his stuffed horse toy tightly. He jumped and shivered as something scraped at his floor, eyes wide about to panic.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 9:09 pm
Errrr, crying was almost the same as screaming, but not quite. It didn't register on the witch's FEAR reader, so it wouldn't do. Not one bit! Hmmm, what to try, what to try. Belladonna tapped a finger against her chin as she thought, idly considering just trying that again. But her nails would be forever and ever ruined, so instead the witch rolled over onto her back. There wasn't a ton of space under the bed, but it would do for now. Balling up her fists and managing to place the tips of her booted toes up, the witch kicked and beat on the bottom of the bed quite loudly. There! That should do it! Take that little cowboil~
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 9:45 pm
Peter let out a bloodcurdling shriek as whatever it was beat at the bottom of his bed. It was trying to come through it to eat him.He had no idea if the shriek was going to summon his mother or not, but he was done with this dare. Monsters existed, and he was not sleeping with his light off for life. Peter's light is on. I don't expect it to go off in this century. Lololololol
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