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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*(*❦ω❦)*:・゚✧*:・゚✧ .。*゚+.*.。(❁´◡`❁)。.。:+* *:..。o○(´;д;`)○o。..:* 。°。°。(*´→ܫ←`*)。°。° ‿︵‿︵(ಥ﹏ಥ)‿︵‿︵ ♥♡♥(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε`*)♥♡♥ ☆♬○♩●♪✧♩((ヽ( ᐛ )ノ))♩✧♪●♩○♬☆ ✼  ҉  ✼ (ꃋิꎴꃋิ) ✼  ҉  ✼  ✧・゚:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:・゚✧* △▼△▼n̶ ̶e̶ ̶v̶ ̶e̶ ̶r̶ ̶( ͜。 ͡ʖ ͜。) ̶m̶ ̶i̶ ̶n̶ ̶d̶ △▼△▼ -ˏˋ⋆ ̥   ̣̮ ̥   ͙ʰ͙ᵉ͙ˡ͙ˡ͙ᵒ͙   ̥   ̣̮ ̥ ⋆ˊˎ- °✧° 𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 °♡°(ꂧ ꁞ ꂧ)°♡° 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔶 °✧° ┉┉┉-ˋˏ尺口卂尺ヾ(ꉺ ̱言 ꉺ )ノ 尺口卂尺ˎˊ-┉┉┉ ✩•̩̩͙*ೃ˚.˚ଘo(∗ ❛ั ᵕ ❛ั )੭່˙ᴵˈ ˡˡ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˚.*ೃ »——┬┴┬┴┤ᴘʟs ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅ(ˊo̶̶̷̤ ‸o̴̶├┬┴┬┴——« ヽ`、☁ヽ`𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ☂˚。 ლ(ಥ益ಥლ、ヽ`☽ヽ` ࿔࿔࿔꣸(⁍̴̆◡⁍̴̆ )⊃✫⌒*・゚ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛’⛧` ⚜。꘏꘏ ♡ (⚗ ˘ ⚗) . ꘏꘏。⚜
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~ ✨(◕▿◕✿) ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ .・゜゜・  ・゜゜・. 。・゚゚・  ・゚゚・。 ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ ✧༺♥༻∞  ∞༺♥༻✧ **✿❀ ❀✿** ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ 。o°✥✤✣    ✣✤✥°o。 ♬♩♪♩  ♩♪♩♬ *:..。o○  ○o。..:* ゚+*:ꔫ:*﹤  ﹥*:ꔫ:*+゚ *+:。.。  。.。:+* ♥*♡∞:。.。  。.。:∞♡*♥ ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙  ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ *°:⋆ₓₒ  ₓₒ⋆:°* ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒𐐚 ° ˚ ₒ ∞ 。ₓ ू ₒ ु ˚ ू ₒ ु ₓ。 ☆♬○♩●♪✧♩  ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆ ⭑・゚゚・*:༅。.。༅:*゚:*:✼✿  ✿✼:*゚:༅。.。༅:*・゚゚・⭑。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆   。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ .・゜-: ✧ :-  -: ✧ :-゜・. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇  ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ⭒❃.✮:▹  ◃:✮.❃⭒ ‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾  ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙ .。*゚+.*.。   ゚+..。*゚+ ☆.。.:*  .。.:*☆ ☆○o。  。o○☆ ・‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥・ 。☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆。 ★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★ 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 »»——⍟——«« .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.~ ヾ๑ˊᵕˋ๑◞♡ .⋆。⋆☂˚。⋆。˚☽˚。⋆. ⤹⋆⸙͎۪۫。˚۰˚☽˚⁀➷。˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ ༄ ع˖⁺ ☁⋆ ୭ 🕊.⋆。⋆༶⋆˙⊹ ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ 。゚❁ུ۪ °ₒ 𓂂 ˚ 𓂂 ₒ ° ₒ 𓂂 ˚˖⋆ ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆ .。❅*⋆⍋*∞*。*∞*⍋⋆*❅。. ▸ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ◂ ᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃ **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*   ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙   .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .   *̩̩̥͙ -•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆   ⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙   ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙   ༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹     ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙   ⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙     ⁂̩̩͙͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁎̩͙   -ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ   ﹥ˏˋ♡̩͙♡̩̩̥͙♡̩̥̩ ⋆ ♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙ˊˎ﹤   ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ   ┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚   ҉  ⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉   -ˏ͛⑅ ‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹ ‧̫‧ ⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙ ⑅ˏ͛-˱ 𓈒 𓈊 ┈ 𓈒 ┈ 𓈉 ┈ 𓈒 ┈ 𓈊 𓈒 ˲ ✺✳ ┅ ⑅ ┅ ⑅ ┅ ⑅ ┅ ⑅ ┅ ⑅ ┅ ✳✺ ✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧ তততততততততততত ✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲ ⳾*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*⳾ -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱••••✩••••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑ ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ⋆⛧*┈┈┈┈﹤୨♡୧﹥ ┈┈┈┈*⛧⋆ ✧○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○✧ ✼  ҉  ✼  ҉  ✼  ҉  ✼  ҉  ✼  ҉  ✼ ✼  ҉  ҉  ҉  ҉  ҉  ҉  ҉ ✼ ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ °。°。°。°。°。°。°。゜。°。°。°。 。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。° ⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒ ꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎ 🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ · ꕥ · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ · 🙦 · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵  ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ »»————-  ————-«« ̶̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶       ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶  \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘♡𐡘 𐡘 ֎ 𐡘 𐡘♡𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■ ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▼△▼△▼△▼△▼△▼△▼ ●~●~●~●~●~●~●~●~ ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● ■━■━■━■━■━■━■━■ ⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒ ៚ ⋯⋯⋯ ˁᱸᲲᱸˀ ⋯⋯⋯⋯ ༄ ◇─◇──◇─────◇──◇─◇
🥀🌹🎭Beneath the mask, Who are you? 🌹🥀🎭
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☻⋆˚✩Ꮹ∞ძ ოǫɾлілϧ ༘*ೄ˚☻
˗ˏˋᗰદ૨૨ʏ ᘓમ૨ıડτന੨ડˎˊ˗
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✨ 💫 ✨ 💫 🌟 💫 ✨ 💫 ✨
🐈‍⬛ 🐑 🐈‍⬛ | 🐈‍⬛ 🐑 🐈‍⬛ | 🐈‍⬛ 🐑 🐈‍⬛
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago chacde3 Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.” I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.
Horror Short Story: The Accident In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done. Written by: Reddit user Minnboy Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home. Why did you run, you fool? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss.
The Vanishing Hitch-Hiker Author: Jan Harold Brunvand This next eerie story is about a man driving home late in the night when he spots a girl asking for a hitchhike. The pretty girl is dressed in a beautiful white dress. The man offers her a ride and they strike up an interesting conversation. He drops the girl at her home. Next day, while driving for work he notices that the girl by accident has forgotten her sweater in his car. He drives towards her home to hand over the sweater. An old lady opens the door when he rings the bell. He narrates the incident which occurred last night and gives the sweater to the lady. The lady refuses to accept it, saying he is mistaken. The man is surprised and questions the lady again. He is dumbstruck and left in an unsettling situation when the lady says her daughter died in a car accident a couple of years ago.
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