INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

Walked to my bedroom door, locked it, and continued on my way. I was used to the house being so abandoned, with constant banging in 1the walls. 2
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STORY #1 (17 tweets, 5 participants)

Walked to my bedroom door, locked it, and continued on my way. I was used to the house being so abandoned, with constant banging in 1the walls. 2 But this time it was different. This time there was hands comming out of those walls. I've run under my bed and closed my eyes. 3I can't see anything but the darkness. I can hear the scratching on the wall. It's a sound that is definitely coming from 4the room. I can hear it clawing at the walls and closets. I can hear it clawing at the door. I have to turn around and run. It is too 5dark to see what it is. I don't know what to do. I can't go to sleep, I can't open my eyes. 6 holding my breath I begin to crawl slowly along the floor. I need to get to the door. I can hear it scratching, searching for me. 7It seems to be coming towards me. I can hear it thumping. I hear the sound of something hitting the floor. I hear it 8 Impossibly hands start pushing from under the door 9 Then the arms, then the body, a ghoulish figures start materialising in front of me. It starts editing sound 10 BO BOO BOOOOOOO get out BO BOO BOOOOOOOOOOO get out for your life 11 I thought to myself...BOO? This must be a dream...I must still be asleep. Oh god I cannot wake myself up! My body must still be in my 12 Bed. Oh god I can't protect myself. The demon is invading my dreams. What must it be doing to my body!? Oh please god help me! 13 Theres no GOD here. Only me, the demon, and the lonely cosmos. We lost, evil won. I’ll join them, come take me BELCEBU 14RS. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t move. I can’t see anything. I can’t feel my body again. Please please just let 15me be alive and stay away from the demon. I have to be strong. I have to go now. I can look back, I can feel my heart racing. I can 16hear it. I can feel its hot breath on my neck. I can feel it staring at me. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t do this. 17

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STORY #2 (16 tweets, 5 participants)

Walked to my bedroom door, locked it, and continued on my way. I was used to the house being so abandoned, with constant banging in 1the walls. 2 But this time it was different. This time there was hands comming out of those walls. I've run under my bed and closed my eyes. 3I can't see anything but the darkness. I can hear the scratching on the wall. It's a sound that is definitely coming from 4the room. I can hear it clawing at the walls and closets. I can hear it clawing at the door. I have to turn around and run. It is too 5dark to see what it is. I don't know what to do. I can't go to sleep, I can't open my eyes. 6 holding my breath I begin to crawl slowly along the floor. I need to get to the door. I can hear it scratching, searching for me. 7It seems to be coming towards me. I can hear it thumping. I hear the sound of something hitting the floor. I hear it 8creak on the staircase. I hear someone walking. I see the door slam shut. 9 The floor suddenly tremble under my feet. I run toward the door. I grab the doorknob but it's locked. A hand comes through the door 10 It strangles me. I feel the pain spreading in every piece of me. 11I keep trying to get up and attack the entity. It tries to bite me and it scratches my arms and legs. I can feel the claws 12tearing me apart trying to get to me. I could feel it's breath on my face. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. Then I 13wake up. 14 It's a beautiful day outside.Sunny,clear.Spring is here.I come down the stairs to get breakfast.I look myself at the mirror. He's there 15 The clown, eating breakfast, happily. "Can I make you some coffee." 16

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STORY #3 (4 tweets, 3 participants)

Walked to my bedroom door, locked it, and continued on my way. I was used to the house being so abandoned, with constant banging in 1the walls. 2 But this time it was different. This time there was hands comming out of those walls. I've run under my bed and closed my eyes. 3 I could feel the hands moving... searching...they seemed to follow me. I can feel it like a cold chill on my skin. It is near. 4

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