Lets write horror stories
| >It looks like we're the only two people left on earth uwu :3 *kisses you* !!!!!!!
| >my penidth
| >While watching the Superbowl, You suddenly hear a femboyish voice coming from your god given USA made American dry wall saying "HRT HRT" Then and there, You immediately recall a tale from your viet-vet pop about the trans ghost of Louisiana, You grabbed your trusty AR-15 with unbandageable triangular bayonet black market add-on. After finishing the last bite of your heart attack extra cheese beef subway, you try to get up and to your horror you heard it, Your parlay just died.
| >????♂ 1⃣ ???? ????.
| >you wake up disoriented and restrained to a table. a contraption of some sort above your cock and balls. just then someone shouts “now activate the cockenball annihilator”
| This isn't so much a story but something that happened a few years ago when I was out for a walk. I had this old lady friend who used to teach me the names of all the birds and the plants and we often took summer walks around a big birdwatchers pond. One unusually dry summer I heard a call from the middle of the pond that sounded like a weakened moan from a man. I stopped to listen but couldn't hear anything for a while so I kept walking but after a minute or two I heard it again.
| I asked the old lady if she had heard anything but she hadn't. I was genuinely worried about the sound but the idea of a man moaning(for help?) seemed so bizarre so I didn't know how to react. The pond was dryer than normal and the bottom was covered with thick slippery vines and roots so I figured it could've been the ground settling or the roots making the sound, or maybe even some weakened animal. After some time we turned a corner and I tried to get a better view when-
| both of us heard the sound and it sounded a bit more desperate this time. Like a person was straining himself to be as loud as possible despite being in a severely weakened state. I looked at the old lady and she had a worried look on her face so I decided to clear a path trough the reed to get a better look but I couldn't spot anything. I remember thinking that I wished I had a drone so I could scout the area better. I was debating with myself if I should call for rescue but we
| ended up doing nothing before going home. This hot summer day still haunts me several years later because, what if there's a bog mummy in that pond who's life I could've saved?
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>There once was a g/u/rl from dangeru
>Who dreamed she was posting on /u/.
>She was curious one night with no post in sight,
>And found it was actually on Awoo.
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| I know you have nothing better to do g/u/rl
Why not write less-than-500-chars horror stories?