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r/shortscarystories 5 days ago DottedWriter My Former Highschool Bully Apologized To Me Today I stared at her as she sobbed on her knees "Alice, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything! I'm sorry for every horrible thing I've done to you!" Sophia said as she wept in front of me. I just stared at her as she continued to sob over all of the things she had done to me. She would directly insult or make demeaning JOKeS about me, spread n͟asty rumours about me, manipulate my friends against me, şteal a guy I had a crush on, make horrible posts about me on social media, and even manipulate some guys into doing things like jum͜ping̨ me. She did everything if it meant I suffered in the end. I tried to tell my teachers about this, but they just turned a deaf ear, and I didn’t even bother talking to my parents about it, they were more focussed on their jobs than me. And even then, if Sophia found out I snitched, that would result in an extra beating from her and her cronies. She was behind all of my sufferıng, enjoyed the despair on my face, she enjoyed how much ab*se she inflected on me. So you could only imagine my surprise when she approached me one day and started to apologise tearfully to me As she continued to cry, my eyes started to spark with anger, anger that I had suppressed inside me for the past 5 years after highschool . I had no one to turn to for support, absolutely no one. And she dared to spew her little crocodile tears right in front of me. I had enough of it. I floated around my grave until I was behind her, I stared at her for a long minute, before I plunged my hand into her chest. She tensed up, and some of her bľood splattered onto my grave. I dug through her organs before I found what I was looking for. Her heart. It was still beating as she collapsed to the ground, her hands clutching at the wound at a desperate attempt to cover the bleeding. She coughed out błoođ, and wheezed as she continue to bleed out. I stared at how pathetic and pitiful she looked now. I stared at her as a twisted, evil, and satisfied grin crept onto my face .
– ̗̀ 𝓗𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 ̖́- ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ✧

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Gallantmirth I watched the monster's jagged claws inch slowly out from under the bed. "I won't let him in again, I promise" it assured me as my dad crept to the room.
“Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.” —Alice in Wonderland.
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I miss my papa ✨ I really wish I didn't poison him
I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. —Human_Gravy
⭒ ☆⋆ 𝓣𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓽⋆☆⭒
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The Portraits (a.k.a. The Cabin in the Woods) Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / April 20, 2009 / 1 minute of reading There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage... April 20, 2009 / Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / anonymously authored, cabins, camping, creepypasta classics, forests, hunters, mysteries, sites, twist endings, woods / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell in to a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had not portraits, only windows.
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r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago sp00kyscary They're just so darn cute I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I quickly realised how that it was a mistake, whence cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and kids learnt how to be terrible to each other. By then, they're corrupted by bad role models, no respect for authority and no desire to learn. No; 2nd grade children are far better! The parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, taking in all I share with them. My favourite day, is Valentine's Day. They make little paper packets they place on their desks to be filled with cards and/or candy. This year, I baked some delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to deliver one to each student. I’m so excited to see the reactions. I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their construction paper holders to see what's inside. I smile as they give me an adorable thank-you once they see the cookies I've made them. I smile as they bite into them. And I smile as they one by one fall to the ground, shaking and turning blue. After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a shame to let them grow up.
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago _FallenAngel__ A genie granted me my wish to become the most beautiful woman in the world forever Now I sit here in a museum, frozen in a painting for the past 500 years as people passing by admire and faun over my timeless beauty
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‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage I'm a murder the one who killed my wife. He's just blubbering, perhaps a way of pleading, for his life... Perhaps if he spoke to me to reason, it might've ended differently. Perhaps I might've spared instead of murder if he only could talk out of it. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was only just born moments ago.
Giggles Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife whom was låyīng beside him. Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming from the bedroom. “Honey? Was that you?” He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway. Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands, certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However, moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter from the bedroom. He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the shape of his wife låyīng there. “Honey? Were you laughing?” Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a grotesque mockery of a smıle. Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him. “Oh, it WAS you!” he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the ̛ bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into ̛ bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light. “For a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.”
Mothers Illness My mother had fallen ill. She had what my dad did, at least thats what it looked like Everyone cried. I asked if we could take her to the doctor, but we cant afford it My older sister took time off college to take care of her, but we knew how it would end Mother would die like father did Two months later she did After the funeral the cops started to snooping around They questioned me first; they wanted to know what l knew: They threatened me, saying I could be charged as an adult because I was almost seventeen. I cried and said I loved my parents They took my finger prints and let me go. My sister was next They never let her go. They said she poisoned my parents for the life insurance policy she took out on them. My three younger siblings and i couldnt believe it My sister never admitted to the crime, but everyone said she was guilty. That is what it looked like. • The hardest part of it all was getting my sisters figure prints on the poison. Faking her identity to take out the insurance policies was easy Soon Id be going to a new home, with new parents. Its time to start planning my next game.
The Lights When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother's bed a lot due to the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom's bed but I now realize the actual comfort had come from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my moms room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on these lights, so much that when there didn't show (only on rare occasions), I couldn't help feeling distraught and never got a good sleep. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom's room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn't wait to just hit the bed and sleep; I didn't get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn't had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world I was confronted with with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed something I hadn't through the foggy memories. They weren't lights; they were glowing red eyes. I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, It had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn't, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown a grabbed the closest thing i could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pang of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy. Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it's skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with, as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn't my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That's when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I knew what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.
WIFE "Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, seeing my wife sitting at the dinner table already. "Nice to see you." her voice shook, a plastic smile stuck on her face. "It was a long day at work. Hey, do you mind maybe checking out upstairs? I saw your clothes strewn around...' I shrug, and start to eat dinner. "Of course!" A fuller, bigger smile. She races upstairs, and I continue eating. escarysories It's been quite a while, does it really take that long to put away clothes? So I tiptoe upstairs, and hear panicked whispering. *9111 Yes okay, this man thinks I'm his wife and.. ohmygod he's coming! My address j.* "What's going on, honey?" She screams as I impale the knife into her chest.
Nobody wants to go near me anymore. r/shortscarystories Nobody wants to go near me anymore. People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me. Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust. I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was. Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my fault. They know it wasn't my fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way. I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long. I had to watch him dıe. They hung him, and left before he was even deἀd. I was the one that saw the lífe leave his eyes, saw the paın and desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lífe. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives. But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.
r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago manen_lyset My sister ruined my sweet 16 My sister ruined my sweet 16 It was supposed to be my special day. Everything was going to be perfect. I'd even gotten a custom made dress for the occasion. Everything was going off without a hitch, but then, my sister ruined my life. It started during the father-daughter dance. There we were, gliding across the ballroom. All eyes on me, as my beautiful gown fluttered at my feet. Suddenly, my sister started convulsing in spasm’s. Whilst everybody tried to figure out what had made the noise, the attention hog tore a hole in the side of my dress with her bare teeth. My party guests were on-edge, all because of her! She couldn't even let me have ONE single birthday to myself. She then started foaming at the mouth mumbling incoherently. By then, my friends were running scared. They shrieked in horror, the party was officially ruined, her head dropped, she went quiet and turned blue. I'm going in for surgery tomorrow to have her remains removed from my side… I've been carrying around her useless conjoint self 16 years too long..
A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?
r/TwoSentenceHorror 8 mo. ago homestarmy_recruiter "Turn back," I begged my friend as he drove, sirens wailing in the background. He seemed desperate not to, at first, but after I got one of his earplugs out, he agreed that their voices were too beautiful to ignore.
I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadn���t screamed so loud.
Not only have we implanted a lifetime of human memories into this rat but we can now monitor what it's thinking. It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..
r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠠⠈⡐⠁⢂⠠⠀⠀⡇⠀⡱⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⡿⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⠞⠁⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡜⣯⢻⡳⢯⣟⡾⣹⠿⣡⢻⣿⣿⢱⣿⠎⣿⣿⣿⠟⣿⣷⢊⠔⠡⠊⡌⠱⢌⢢ ⡙⣶⣾⣝⣟⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⡁⠄⡡⢀⠠⠐⢠⡗⠠⢱⠀⠒⠀⣾⣿⡧⠜⡁⠓⣄⠒⡚⠛⠑⠲⠞⠉⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⢻⡽⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⢣⢟⡻⣌⢳⣍⢳⡔⣫⢿⣿⣸⠏⣶⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠉⠈⢀⡁⠂⢌⠱⣈⢆⠳ ⣔⠪⣟⡿⣷⡄⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠅⠀⠐⠂⣅⠀⠄⠂⢰⣿⢰⡏⢀⠁⢠⣿⣿⠃⣄⡶⠟⠋⠙⠙⠻⢶⣦⣄⣀⣠⣴⠿⣽⡮⣷⣻⢳⣯⢿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⢦⡊⡵⣊⠷⣌⢳⡜⣹⢎⣿⡜⢣⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⡈⠄⠒⡈⢆⡓⣌⠳⣌ ⠿⣏⠿⣦⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡗⠀⠀⠀⠀⡁⠀⠂⠄⠠⠑⠂⢬⣤⣿⣿⣗⣎⣾⣿⣿⣧⡿⠏⠐⠂⠂⠁⠐⠀⠀⠄⠈⣽⡿⣏⣿⠋⠔⣹⣯⡷⣹⢯ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠳⡵⣃⠞⣬⠳⣌⢧⢻⣿⡇⣽⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠤⠀⠌⡡⠐⠆⡘⠦⡹⣌⢯ ⡹⣿⡞⣷ ⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡗⠀⠀⠀⠀⡃⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⠿⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠂⠀⠠⠀⠄⣾⣿⣱⣾⢡⢐⡼⣱⢻⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡍⢷⡩⢫⠔⣙⠾⣐⠏⣼⡗⣉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠠⢀⠂⠄⠠⠀⠌⡐⠠⢉⠢⠑⢬ ⠱⡌⢶⡱⢭⢿⣾ ⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡗⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠁⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡟⠁⣼⡏⢲⠛⣶⣿⢻⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⢻⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠂⣷⠉⣮⢱⡎⣴⠉⠛⠁⣾⠀⡄⠀⠑⢠⠂⠂⠈⠐⠀⠂⡄⠁⠂⢰⠉⢢ ⠑⠘⢣⡝⢺⡜⣮ ⡝⢻⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡗⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠁⠀⠈⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡟⢡⢂⣼⣤⠆⠡⢌⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⠉⠉ ⠉⠀⣿⡟⣿⡇⢈⠡⠀⠈⠉⠛⠛⠻⢿⣆⠰⡙⢦⠣⡜⣀⢺⠃⣽⣿⠠⠑⡀⢡⠊⡈⠄⢃⠄⢃⠐⠠⢁⠘⡠⠘ ⢄⠫⡕⠪⣕⢫⡜⣶ ⡹⢏⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡗⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⡐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠂⠔⠠⠄⣄⣠⣠⣴⣟⣁⢃⡾⠋⢀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢀⣾⠟⣃⠆⠀⠀⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⠘⣄⠓⡌⣰⠏⣸⣿⣿⡇⡘⠰⡀⠑⢢⠉⡄⢊⠄⡈⡐⢀⠂⡁⠎⠰⢠⢉⠳⡌ ⢧⣝⠲ ⣝⡏⣾⢹⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⡀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⢀⣈⠩⡙⠿⣿⣿⣦⣶⣿⣿⣯⣽⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠ ⡞⢣⠐⠄⠀⠀⣰⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⣿⠀⣈⠒⣰⡟⢠⣿⡯⠿⠃⢌⠡⢘⡀⢃⢂⡐⠢⠘⢠⠐⠂⢌⠐⡄⢃⠆⣉⠖⣩ ⢒⡼⣛ ⣬⢳⡭⡳⡽⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠂⠠⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⢀⣈⣠⣜⡲⠶⠷⠾⠷⠿⠟⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠞⠋ ⣸⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡾⠇⠸⡇⠀⣴⡟⢠⣿⣿⢇⠃⢡⠂⠐⠂⠄⡡⢊⠐⡡⢊⠔⡈⢡⠂⢌⠐⡨⠰⢌⠲⣑ ⢎⡲⡱ ⢎⣧⢳⡝⣵⢻⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠈⡀⠄⠠⢄⠒⠛⠒⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠ ⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣦⣀⣤⡴⣫⠙⠁⠀⠀⣿⢠⡟⢈⣿⣿⡯⠌⠐⠀⠃⡀⠈⠐⢀⠢⠘⠤⣁⠢⢘⠠⠌⢠⠊⡔⡑⢊⠵ ⣈⢦⠳⣍ ⢳⢬⡓⡾⢥⣛⢿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⢀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠋⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾⡿⠁⣾⣿⣿⠅⡈⠐⡀⢀⠉⠀⠁⠆⠄⢉⡐⠠⠘⣀⠣⡈⢆⠒⠤⢉⢆⡣⠜⡦⢛⡬ ⢏⡶⡹⢵⢫⡞⣭⢿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠁⡀⠂⠐⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⣾⣿⣿⠇⡐⠠⠁⠀⠄⢂⠡⠀⠈⡐⢂⠠⢡⠁⢆⠢⢁⠢⡘⢢⠍⢦⠱⣩⢚⡵⣪ ⠝⡴⣫⠝⣮⡹⡼⢭⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡀⠂⢀⠠⠀⠂⡀⠀⢀⠀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠁⣾⣿⣿⠋⡀⠠⠀⡐⠂⠀⡀⠂⡐⠂⡐⠠⡘⢠⢉⠄⡊⠔⡡⢘⡡⠚⡤⣛⢤⣋⠶⣱ ⢫⢖⣣⢛⡴⢫⣝⡳⣞⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⢀⠡⠀⠄⠀⠂⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⢃⠐⡀⢂⠐⢀⠀⠂⠠⠐⡀⡐⠠⠐⡀⠂⠌⡐⠄⣃⠰⢁⠰⢩⠔⡱⢢⡍⢶⡡ ⢏⡜⡲⣍⠞⡳⣜⢳⡭⣞⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡀⠂⠁⠌⠐⠀⡈⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣹⣿⢏⠠⢀⠐⠠⢈⠠⠈⠄⠡⠈⡐⢠⢁⠂⡐⢉⠐⡈⠔⠠⠒⡈⠆⠣⠜⣡⠳⡸⣡⠛ 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I Want to Help It was a beautiful morning when I woke up, the sun shining through and the wildlife up and about. I went for my morning stroll, taking my usual route. I stopped by the surface of the water, when I saw the most peculiar thing: a little girl… In there. Couldn’t she breathe? Why didn’t she come out? Panicking, I reached out and grabbed her arms, yanking her out of it and holding her close to me. She started to scream, but then seemed to be choking. I tried to calm her down. “Shh… Everything is fine, little one, I saved you! Relax! Breathe in!” But she wouldn’t. And soon, despite all my efforts, she went limp. Not again! I couldn’t understand. I had taken her out of that horrible, disgusting air, and into the safety of the water. What had I done wrong this time? Maybe my tentacles frighten them. Maybe I wasn’t gentle enough. Human children are so unpredictable. I’ll save one for real next time, I swear.
My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, I’m the opposite.. ↓Keep reading ↓ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. I’m the opposite. You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent, so they weren’t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.
The End “The End is nigh” “Agency Officials: Spend this time with your loved ones” “Citizens prepare for the Inevitable” The newspapers were all the same. His mother whisked him away from the news stand and into her arms, but not before he read the last headline. “The Invasion: What could We have done?” “Mommy, what’s happening?” he whispered. She pressed his warm, chubby hand to her wet cheek and let out a quiet sob. “The humans. They found us.”
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I saw a teenage girl with cancer at a theme park. Her whole life, she wanted to go on a big rollercoaster, but she wasn't tall enough. One by one, people got out of line and waited behind her & they said, "We're not getting on until she does." Citizens who fight for our children GMH Mar 25, 2011 at 9:00am by Lauren, CA
1 day ago u/Sticky_Cheetos He handed me a box and said, “If you press this button, you get $100,000, but it takes one year off of your lįfe.” I pressed it once, and everything went dark̵.
“𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮” - 𝒯𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓉𝓉
r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago netflixandskill my son was reported missing last week they found him but it's not my son
r/TwoSentenceHorror 58 min. ago drrkorby “These nasty vermin destroy everything they get into, and even soil their own nests.” “We must stop now these “humans”, as they call themselves, before they infest our home” pleaded the president of the Galactic council.
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 26 days ago Prestigious_Salad_85 I screamed in excitement as I received an email stating that my application was accepted. The rest of my family cried out in despair knowing they weren’t selected to board the last ship leaving our dying planet behind.
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Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 2 yr. ago GuyAwks More Unsolicited Parenting Advice We’ve all run into those insufferable types before in our lives. You know the kind. Total strangers who somehow think they’ve earned the right to micro-manage how you raise your kids just seconds after meeting you. And the kicker is when they aren’t even parents themselves. What would they know? After a long afternoon of dropping items into a shopping cart, me and my preschooler had almost finished the weekly grocery haul. We were on our way to the checkout counter when a lady at a near- by promotional kiosk summoned my attention. “Hello ma’am, could I please have a moment of your time?” the apron-clad woman chirped from behind her booth. Spying the unfinished Coke Zero can Ivy was drinking, this lady scrunched up her face in disapproval. The next words out of her mouth made my blood boil. “I see that your little princess is drinking a canned soda. Ooh, that’s not so great. Have you considered trying our special, 100% natural vitamin juices? Here, try a sample.” Instantly, her hand shot out with a small plastic cup filled with liquid. Taken aback by her boldness I tried to remain somewhat polite. “Thank you, but we’re not interested,” I answered curtly. Something was so unsettling about her fake smile and shrill enthusiasm. “A girl as young as her shouldn’t be drinking soda. It’s full of sugars and unhealthy preservatives. Let me throw that away for you-” Without any hesitation, she reached down to pry the can out of my daughter’s hands. I could not believe the audacity of this woman. “Excuse me!” I snapped, finally losing my composure. “How dare you try and take my daughter’s drink!” “But miss, this is much healthier for your angel,” protested the creepy woman waving her strange-looking syrup at us. “Surely you don’t want her to be sickened by all those dangerous chemicals-” “If you don’t leave us alone, I will report you to the supervisor!” With that, we turned and began strolling away from said relentless salesperson. Only once we were in- to the parking lot did I feel myself calming down. Gosh, that lady really freaked me out. What are the odds someone would randomly try to discard my daughter’s soda on today of all days. The one day I chose to put poisson in it. That rare, traceless toxin I slipped into her soda can earlier today cost me a fortune to order from overseas. The bubbles from the carbonation mask any taste of the thing, making it the perfect delivery system for it. My oblivious daughter would've been dēαd within the hour.. Oh, how I wish people would keep their parenting advice to themselves. It’s not needed. I know how to kıll my own kid just fine, thank you very much!
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago mydadsnameisharold "Yes, the blood means you're a woman now." Too groggy to make sense of the pain between his legs, he managed to ask, "... what did you just do to me?"

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Practice Makes Perfect by reddit user whiteddit "You're not even trying. Again!" My calloused hands dance across the music. A finger slips and the tune groans. "Your father would be ashamed. Again!" My blurred vision falls from the yellowed sheet music to the keys. I miss another note. "Faster. Again!" I stumble once more as the tempo increases. She rises from the bench. "Absolutely worthless. You're done for today." I hang my head in shame. I know what's coming. The floorboards creak as Mother returns from the kitchen. I wince. It's hard enough to play with three fingers. It'll be even harder with two.
r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago MintClicker Moments before the tragedy At 3, she jumped off the bed. At 7, she unbuckled her seat belt. At 12, she went to a sleepover at a friend's house. At 17, she finally received her driver's license. At 26, she said yes. At 30, she went into labor. At 39, she had one last hurrah. At 46, she signed the papers to make it final. At 55, he was diagnosed and had no one to share the news with. At 61, she celebrated her remission with a night out. At 22, she looked at herself in the mirror. At 87, surrounded by her family and friends, she smiled. There are moments before every tragedy, quick flashes of boredom or happiness, of the expected and unexpected. These moments I see. The little girl jumping off her parents bed and into an unresponsive final state. Another girl attending her first sleepover, excited and giddy, only to succumb to an unknowing fatal nut allergy. The young woman whose proposal near the shoreline was poorly thought-out, never allowing her to live to see her marriage. The older woman who finally divorced the man she came to loathe, and for that man to not take the finality of it all with dignity or peace. The man whose diagnosis was terminal. The woman whose 40th birthday ended in heartache and disaster. The girl whose last glimpse in the mirror was of herself, relieved, then raising the pistol to her temple. These moments, as innocuous as they seem, are the final looks to life before tragedy ultimately hits. And I watch them. I have to. It's my responsibility to take you all from this realm to the next. It's my duty. And I am sorry; I truly am. Because now? At this moment, they read the final sentences of a story. Some bored. Some happy. Some expecting this ending; some not. And I watch as they read these last words, fully oblivious as they are, that this, this is their moment.
‘First Words‘ by alatus_corruptrix Any day now, she’ll say her first words. My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first – ‘Mamá’ or ‘Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mamá loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it – ‘Say ‘Mamá!’ Come on! ‘Mamá!” I don’t mind it though. I still believe I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down. Ours must be a daddy’s girl. I sit her in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens – ‘Mamá!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mamá!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’ I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth. “P-please… what do you want from me? Please, let me go…” My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. I take her back and dispose of her. When I return, I find my wife crying. “It’s ok, honey,” I tell her; “the next one will be better, I promise.”
Mary had a little lamb It's fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went That lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day That was against the rules, It made the children laugh and play But soon they felt like fools. Mary’s corpse was in a room And oh, what a scene! The kids saw her coated in blood And regretted being mean. Soon the police arrived Stepped over Mary’s heart, And tried to ask everyone How she was ripped apart. But when nobody knew The origins of all the gore, The police decided That it was time to go hardcore. And so everyone was dragged To detectors so they can’t tell a lie But everybody refused to tell Why Mary had to die. Suspects were jailed everywhere Tom, Barb, and Sam Because not a single person knew The murderer was the lamb. June 21, 2017 hellofinah
‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage She's gone, all because of him. Dead. He killed my wife. She'd still be here, if it's not for him. If only he could speak with reason; I could’ve let him live long enough to explain. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was born just a few minutes ago...
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𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑨𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 (𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 (𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 (𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏) 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 (𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒈𝒐) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒉𝒎, 𝒉𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 (𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 (𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚! 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒚 𝒆𝒙-𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆: 𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑾𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚? 𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒐𝒉! '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 (𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆) (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 (𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆) 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 (𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐) 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑰, 𝑰, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇
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