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.̣͍͎̿͊͋̚̕.̤̲̤̼̦͌͞.ͫ͂ͮ҉̖̥̝ͅ ͉̰̹̲͗ͤ͂ͨ̀ͅC̙̟͈̠̘̯̰͆͟ͅO̙̫̫̱͓͓̠ͪ͐͢M̵̥̰̜͓͎ͥ̒͐͑Ē̝̝͊͠ͅ ̷͖̲͒.̨̩̯̘̋̚.͈̩̮̮̣̯̠̘̋̈͋ͬ͘.͉̠̝̟̻͎̤̔ͧ́́ ̞̝͉͎̬͌̀.̛̮͔̻͇͓̼̼̌̂̚.̛̗̺̃̓̿̚.̫̻̦̹̘̟̭̋̊ͩ͡ͅ ͌̓͐̋͏͚̯̪̦̱̭H̴̼̫̭͚͑ͫ͗ͅA͓͇̼͚̭̋̔ͧͯ͘ͅŅ̰̤ͥ̚G̫̜̬̮͔̭͈͚̽͑̔͝ ̝̳́͠O̵̝͖̫̱̎̐U͓͕̹̳̠͖͖͒̈̈́́T͙̺̝̖̔̎̀ͯ͜ͅͅ.̡̭̗͈̤̻͒̔.̣̫̫̩̣ͬ͆ͬ́̚ͅ.̖̪̣̗̘̍͜ ̰̟̗̺̫͙̯̀ͨ́.̛͙̲ͤ́̈͑.̈́ͬ͏̘̖̣̖̠͉̤.̛̟̹̮͕̒ͅ ̞͖̈̊͡Wͥ͐̾͏̤̘̗͚I̙̣̰̖̠͕͆ͩ̌̍̕T͚̯̞̘̣͔̱ͪ́Ḣ̢͓͈͙͓͉̦ͯ ̵̯̬̺̹́ͯͭ.̢̘͙̍̈.ͥ́̐͒҉̙͔͓̣͖̻̫̠.͙͚̐̓́ ̧͖̩̦̣̑ͦͮ̓.̷̜̳̞̯̥̝͋̔.̛̰͍̯̣̮͖͔̹͛ͪͩ.̟͈̲͙̱̞́̏ͦ́̀ ̹̱̯̘͖̀͝M̶͈̠̼̻̆͋̔Ê̡̳̗̐̌̌ ̵̩͙̗̭̘͍͑̇̌ͅ.̥̪̜͋̕.̲͍͙̤͉̔͑̏́̚ͅ.̣̙̫͔̊̔ͣ̕

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short horrorcore story: the clock read 12:07am, way too long from when i was supposed to be in bed. trying to run away from the sock puppet my friend and i thought was innocent, but now a monster. i was trying to hide from "FRED," the creepy puppet now chasing me. and then i couldn't find my friend, brody. "BRODY?!" i called out. "WHERE ARE YOU!?" i checked up in his room he shared with me, and i saw Brody. He was corrupted by that horrible puppet monster. Black ooze was coming out of his mouth and eyes, glitch-like pixels inside them. his head was turning to odd angles, and the glasses he had were broken, but still on him. "B-Brody? What did that monster do to you...?" I asked. And then, my vision went black, glitches inside them, and static screens. "NO! NO! NO!" I cried, trying to fight the corruption. But I couldn't take it anymore, and then I fainted on the floor, black ooze coming out of me.

Hidden by the Rustling Corn The shortcut through the Corn field tempts you as you’re walking home the clouds above keep the moon concealed As you enter the swaying corn, alone. - The corn grows tall and thick, my friend, the path you chose is muddy it grows in rows without scope or end and in the dark, you hurry - You don’t see the standing forms As you pass them on your way they stand still amongst the swaying corn which hides their pallor, and decay - hundreds gather in this field tonight though you see none at all yet still you look around in fright but the corn grows too thick, too tall - You tell yourself as you continue through “Its merely the rustling of the leaves,” But they see you, and they hear you, And they might not let you leave.

Happy New Year! Make this one count, it’s the last one we’re getting. SHARED DEC 31