Haunted Chapter 4 (Final Chapter)

 

Hellooooo!  Welcome to chapter four of “Haunted!” I hope you’ll enjoy it. 😀 Happy reading.

 

            “Hptgg egg eig0e vjgkw vjdefovj.” You might think that’s total gibberish. Well, you’re right… kind of. That’s what Molly said when she came out of the coma she was in for a week, due to the brain cancer. Poor Molly… the cancer killed her five minutes later. The My Little Ponies were killed, and the care bears got world domination.

 

THE END!

 

                                                                        Signed,

                                                            Jhfuhgdj and Daffney

 

 

P.S. The story was supposed to be longer, but we got tired of this story. So…yeah… keep visiting website for more of our stories. Stay tuned!

P.S.S. We love you!!!!

P.S.S.S. This was based on a true story.

P.S.S.S.S. Sort of.

Haunted Chapter 3 Part 2

Welcome to part two of chapter three! Sorry for the one day delay… We were sort of out of ideas… but… yeah… we came up with some new ones and now we’re back. We couldn’t let our fans down… or Molly… because she has to die and then come back to life. OOPS! Sorry!!! Scratch that. (Too lazy to press ‘backspace’ so… PRETEND THAT NEVER HAPPENED) Also…um… we still have to explain why she died… so… yeah… we suggest you to continue reading. Sorry for the spill.

        Molly was 30…right…? Okay… well… Molly collapsed in the middle of the war. She had just turned Minty Pony into a weapon of mass destruction. She woke up in the hospital. The doctor was playing a video game on his new cell phone. (AWKWARD; even though it can happen in real life) Seeing Molly awake, the doctor quickly put his cell phone away, embarrassed.

        “GOOD MORNING!” he said cheerfully. Without missing a beat, in the same cheerful tone; he said, “You have cancer. Bye, and happy living…Even if it is only 5 more hours.” and went to play his video game again.

        “WHAT!?! YOU MEAN I ONLY HAVE 5 HOURS TO LIVE?” Molly screamed. “PSH! No! You only have 5 more hours until you are in crucial pain. Sheesh, people these days are so tentimental. When I was a kid, we celebrated when our doctors diagnosed us with cancer. At least we wouldn’t die in the wars.” “Which war?” asked Molly. “All of them,” said the doctor. “I am an immortal freak!J

        Hahahahaha, we’re out of ideas again. Stay tuned for chapter 4!

 

                                        SIGNED:

 

JHFUHGDJ AND THE DEPRESSED MIRROR ON THE WALL~

 

The Prince and the Pauper II

Yo People! Normally you would read a story with only one ending but this one has 2 different endings instead of one. Let’s get to the story.

 

Once upon a time there was a…

  1. Prince
  2. Poor kid living on the streets with his parents

 

Who was hated much by his parents. He was beaten by them everyday until one day, where he stood up for himself…

 

He

  1. Yelled “YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO TREAT ME WITH RESPECT”
  2. Ran away from home(I mean the streets)

 

If you choose both A’s here’s your story:

 

The next years he avoided his parents as much as possible. Then he copied the orphan, he ran away. But of course, before running away he packed EVERYTHING he owned, that was a lot of stuff. Who cared anyway, he was rich and then when he was done packing he called his own limo driver to have him go to exactly the place where the poor kid was going, without knowing.

 

If you choose both B’s here’s your story:

 

He ran away from home instantly and packed everything he owned too, really fast because he had nothing except a crumb left to eat on the trip to his destination: the supermarket by the subway. He heard rumors about it that, during midnight, the train and all the fruit in the supermarket would fly. He ran to the subway but almost got hit by a limo…the prince’s limo.

 

The poor kid stepped a few paces away from the limo. When it moved, he ran to the limo and grabbed onto the back of the limo. It had a small flooring for a single huge club anyway. They got to the super market and the prince and the poor kid lived right under the fruit stand forever, since no one looked under there anyway. They lived there for the rest of there lives, until…

 

  1. They both died from lack of water and fruit.
  2. They died from a killer maniac wolf who found them.

 

The End =)

Haunted Chapter 3 Part 1

Welcome backkk!!! (Again) For our third chapter of “Haunted,” we are going to add a little twist… (Yay) ENJOY!

 

          Molly is 30 now. (Yes, a lot of age changing, deal with it) She had started a Care Bears VS. My Little Ponies war that had been going on for two years. There are still a number of Care Bears left; but the My Little Ponies greatly out-numbered them. The Care Bears, however, had a plan. They wanted to take down the leader… Dot dot dot…

          Then, the Care Bears built mass destruction from each others’ corpses. Cotton… can be kind of hard… Sometimes… when it’s rotten… and evil… (Yes, we like putting in “…’s”) the cotton can kill. (What a deadly weapon)

          So anyway… the Care Bears gutted their friends… I mean… siblings. Yeah… siblings…

          Since the writers of this story are out of ideas, we will post a chapter 3, part 2 thingy. So umm… stay tuned…?

 

 

 

                             SIGNED,

JJhfuhgdj and the Person Who Changes His/Her Name… A Lot J

Demented

“It was a dark and stormy night…”

*click click click*

It was almost Halloween, I was writing a ghost story for the Occasional October Ghost Story. I had writer’s block, which was a real shame since I just wrote the first sentence. I decided to briefly give up and return to it later. I sat on my stairways and exhaled. Then, I heard slow, hard foot steps on the stairs while hearing heavy breathing. My eyes widened since there was no second floor…then I just assumed it was a simple little branch falling on the roof, it was windy after all. I then headed to my bedroom and made the decision to take a nap. After jumping on my bed, I closed my eyes…but then, I felt something I knew I couldn’t have felt, since I was alone…I have a little brother that always loves to climb on me when I’m laying down, whether it’s on my bed or the couch. But I couldn’t have felt him since he was out for candy with mom and dad…I open my eyes and I see and exact clone of a shadowed me…I scream.

“AHHHHHHHHHH”

I then hear something from the clone.

“Heheheh”

It couldn’t have been one of my friends, or my neighbors, or my parents because I recently got a haircut for my costume, but the clone was exactly like me…I was terrified.

I ran out to my laptop and saw it typing itself. It was typing:

“Die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die”

I sprinted outside and found some paper and a pencil. I was going to write a letter about my soon to be death. I couldn’t start with anything so I put my head down for ideas. Then I felt a cold spot on the top of my hand. I looked up and saw the word “die” but instead of lead it was written in…BLOOD. I saw the hook on the lamppost and saw it write “die” too. I ran all the way to the candy store but tripped in the act. I saw a bloody knife by my heart writing die in blood on my shirt. Then saw it stab my heart. There was no happy ending for my life.

The End

…or is it?

-GameAddict