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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 6:20 pm
Ieni quietly polished off another s'more as her new... friend?... spoke. She allowed herself a tiny smile as she sighed and seemed to relax into the warmth of the fire.
"I've never really read many ghost stories, to be honest. I mean, I sort of know some of the urban myth stuff. Like the one about the trucker using his headlights to keep a dude in a lady's car for murdering her. Look, if it's a story I know, I'll be quiet and polite and listen anyway. Sometimes, different storytellers use different details."
Her smile twisted a little.
"Besides, I believe we agreed to swap. Hardly fair if you don't hold up your side of the trade."
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 8:36 am
DaisyMilk hey look, I wrapped it up. SORRY AGAIN FOR BEING A LATE LENNY.
Mags grinned as Ieni revealed that she was new to the ghost story front. Man, she was in for some real spooky stuff and the blonde knew exactly which one she was gonna tell to scare the pants off her new buddy.
"A bargain's a bargain," she agreed, curls bouncing as she nodded her head, "But if yew've heard it, tell me, Ah've got plenty more, trust me."
Her brain was going through all the tales - there was always the standards, Bloody Mary, the Licked Hand, the Call From Inside the House... nah, she needed something more interestin', something unusual.
Tailypo!
Tailypo wasn't too bad, Mags remembered when Pa had first told her about it, maybe this gal would find some fun in it.
"Well, okay. This one's based off a---"
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING OUT HERE?"
Oh, waffles.
Heads turned as they spotted the man with the flash light. Police. Someone must've called when they saw the smoke, or he was actually patrolling, for once.
"C'mon, we'll have ta finish this later!" Mags hissed, grabbing hold of her bag with one hand, Ieni with the other. "Ah know the quickest way outta here - don't want to send my friend to jail on the first night we meet!"
The strong young woman was quick to haul her poor friend off, both girls dashing off into the safety of the shadows, leaving the poor officer to put out the fire, his boots soon covered with soot, leftover chocolate and sticky marshmallows.
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