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House of Cards: An LGBT Podcast
House of Cards: An LGBT Podcast

Episode · 1 week ago

House of Cards: Spooky Stories!

ABOUT THIS EPISODE

TODAY! We did our halloween special. Even tho we are two weeks late, we are gay and as such we love spooky season! We each told a scary stories, either made by us or read from someone else with credit given. We hope you liked the epsiode and we hope to see you next week! if not, have a good rest of your life! and remember you are vaild as fuck.

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Written by Avery Ann

Edited by Jaxson Stiles

Produced by: Jaxson , Avery and Simone, Jesse,

Music: Lofi-Missing memories , lofi fading away, lofi fly and lofi escapie,

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...underscore heart underscores Verado,PDF excellent. You all write that shit down all right,good first story, Ye a that will be it light up. Pumpkin and let's get startedwith the spooks. I don't know I don't I'm not going to traditions dude, so Idon't holy enough. I don't know what it's true. Yes, I have been ill veryill, but why do you say that I have lost control of my mind? Why do you saythat I am mad? Can you not see that I have fullcontrolled my mind? It's not! Is it not clear that I am not mad? Indeed, theillness only made my mind by feelings, my senses stronger, more powerful. My sense of hearing especially becamemore powerful, I could hear sounds I had never heard before I heard soundsfrom heaven and I heard sounds from hell, listen, listen and I will tellyou how it happened. You will see you will hear how healthy my mind is. It isimpossible to say how the idea first entered my head. There was no reasonfor what I did. I did not hate the old man, I even loved him. He had neverhurt me. I did not want his money. I think it was his eye. His eye was likethe eye of a Bulcher, the eye of one of those terrible birds that watch andwait while an animal dies and then fall upon the dead body and pull it piecesto eat it. When the old man looked at me with his vulter eye, a cold feelingwent up and down my back. Even my blood became cold, and so I finally decided Ihad to kill the old man and close that eye for ever. So you think that I am mad. A Madmancannot plan, but you should have seen me during all of that week. I was asfriendly to the old man as I could be, and warm and loving every night abouttwelve o'clock. I slowly opened his door and when the door had opened wideenough, I put my t hand in and then my head in my hand, I held a light coveredover with a cloth, so that no light showed and I stood there quietly thencarefully. I lifted the cloth just a little so that a single thin small lantfell across that eye for seven nights. I did this seven longnight I le I was close, so it was a for. It wasnot the old man I felt I had to kill. It was the eye his evil eye, and everymorning I went to his room and with a warm friendly voice. I asked him how hehad slept. He could not guess that every night, just at twelve, I lookedat him as he slept the eighth night. I was more thanusually careful as I opened the door. The hand of the clock moved morequickly than did my hand. Never before had a falsism. I was now sure of and they're not. I was at his suddenly.He that you might think I became fred, but no the darkness in this room was, Iknew he could not see the opening of the door. I continued to push the doorslowly. I put in my head. I put in my hand with the covered light. Suddenlythe old man sat up straight in bed right WHO's. There I stood still for awhole hour. I did not move, nor did I hear him again lie down in his bed. Hejust sat there listening. then. I heard a sound, a low cry of fear whichescaped from the old man. Now I knew that he was sitting up his bed filledwith fear. I knew that he knew I was there. He did not see me there. Hecould not hear me ther. He felt neither now he knew that death was standingthere slowly little by little. I lifted thecloth until a small small light escapes from under fallot fall upon that faltereye. It was open, wide open and my anger increased as it looked straightat me. I could not see the old man's face only that eye only that hard blueeye and the blood and my body became like ice, and I not told you that myhearing had become unusually strong. Now I could hear a quick blow softsound, like the sound of a clock set for a wall, there's the beating of theold man's heart. It tried to stand quietly, but the sound grew louder. Theold man's fear must have become great. Indeed, and as the sound grew louder, my angerbecame greater and more painful, but it was more the anger it was in in the crest in the docks out of thebedroom. My anger became her for the heart was beating so loudly that I wassure some one must hear the time had come. I rushed into the room crying die,go. The old man gave a loud cry of fear as a fellow upon him and held the bedcover slightly over his head. Still, his part Eminata Hart his old, the old man, was t. i took away the bedcovers and held my ear over his heart.

There was no sound, yes, he was atinstead of stones. I would trouble me just see how careful I, the body, whereno one to find it er I cut off the heap and my leg. I was careful enough to letus in O course lip three one of the body are, and I put the board harly socarefully that no human, I could see that they had been moved. I finished this work. I heard thatsomeone was at the door. It was now about four o'clock in sorry. I had no fear. However, as Iwent down to the to open the door, three men were at the door threeofficers of the police, one of the neighbors, her an Priseil. You had cometo ask, and I asked them in. I was not a country hop out owing them to sell finally into the old man game with them. I ask an easy quiet manner made the policemanbelies my stories, so they sat there talking with me in a friendly way, butalthough I answered them in the same way, I soon wish that they would go myhad hurt and there was a strange sound in my ears. I talked more and faster,but Tom became clearer and still they sat and talked suddenly. I knew thatthe sound was not in my ears. It was not just inside my head. At that moment,I must have become white life. I talked still faster and louder in the soundtoo became louder. It was a quick low saw that Mike Sound Cot to to well lo O didn't may not go. I pot up and walked Curlton. I talkedto even louder, and so the men sat and talk in well that they could not hear no. Theyheard I was certain of it. They knew now. It would say who were playing agame with me. I was suffering more than I could bear from all their smiles andfrom that sound louder, louder lover. Suddenly I could not bear it no longer.I pointed out the boards and cried yes. Yes, the boards- and you shall see Ikilled him, but why does his heart not stop being? Why is it not? Huyo are so good to that Dafteth. Much the. How wait onwhat I, how much you really love Semon story, I'M gonna, try! I mean we knew what it was about likewe got it yeah either either. I know well enough or like it wasn't Glutch asmuch for me, because I thought it was. I don't know yeah like it's just one of those it isso iconic like us, everyone that is pretty much knows it yeah those dummythick ventricles like it's, my it's my plan of how one's going to go out asI'm going to kill some and sit. Don't do that on. Don't say that on my I that's what we're worried about heretoday I mean that's true friendship. What else would we be worried about? Ikill me. I, like make sure you don't get all like if you get caught, I'mhaunting you yeah, I'm gonna, write dumb ass and like a an baer yeah. No I'm I'llhaunt a hit out of you, but not like in a scary way like an inconvenient waylike I'll unfold, your laundry right out, he of it, I think it's a Dick men are like I'llmake all of your towels slightly damp whoa lightly damp yeah, Orr Bab. It alreadyis. I hate that just that even anyway, thanks forlistening to my for story, the was a good one. I it's so much. We just a ledest want to me down yeah, okay, Jeff on me, ere vomits case story. Yeah! That's it that's story, so myfirst story is not really like a like a story in the way. It's thestory of the first time that I ever heard of board heard a horror storywhich started live insane obsession...

...with all things, spooky and scary. Sobasically it was me, my siblings and a couple of ourneighbors, and we were in my garage like we have like a detached garagesort of where I used to live, and it was around this time of year. You know,is starting to get spooky outside. You know the Lees were starting to fall andthe oldest neighbor was like hey. Do you guys want to hear a horror storyand we were like yeah sure, because we were stupid? I think I was probably about ten oreleven, but basically he told us this, likereally botched, really second hand, version of essentially Friday, the thirteenth,like he just described the plot of Friday. The thirteenth essentially word for word just badlyand he like went through it and was youknow really scary to ten year old me. I was like. Oh my God. Is this murder,it's so scary, and then little did. I know that our our oldneighbor friend had a had a couple of tricks up the sleeve, and that was thathe had preplanned this event. He had his. I think it was his friend had put on a postume of the characterfrom Fritto at thirteen s more hues and was waiting outside of our detachedgarage. So when we were like okay, that's enough scary stories like thisis too much we're going outside we're leaving. We open the garage door and itslowly opens to this small man with a mask and a fake chain somaticallylaughing. It was the scariest night of my damn life. I was so sure I was dead.I was like, Oh okay. This is how it ends. I guess, and then he came runningat us and I sort of like kicked like a barrel in front of him and he trippedand face planted. Okay now, O. I know I ve a horror movie. That's all. I know Iultima horror movie, because my first instinct was fucking evasion and likeRod like I'm, not homo, but that was the first time I everheard a horror story. Obviously, like a couple of years later, I found out thatit was from that movie and I was a little disappointed because you know Ithought that my friends, you know creativity and imagination was betterthan it was, and hartly enough the or the original movie was worse than theway he told it wow a well. You know the the story isalways better than you know. That is that is true, so yeah. That was that's. The firstthing I thought of when we were talking about horror stories and I just thinkthat's a funny story, because I always talk about how I think I would survivehorror movies, because my very first instinct is how can I slow them downand then get a way weapon? So I think I see but brilliant, but my second storythis is this- is a legitimate one. So get ready. I don't have a flashlight, Iwould shine on my face. I doesn't matter either because I don't have mycamera on and you got to hit see me just for getting. This is a podcast yeah. I like they're watching me you inthe window Arion. My blinds are closed. I'mparanoid anyways. This one is called the coffin story. One rainy windy night, not unlike tonight a man was walking home alone down a dark, deserted street that ran rightby the looking cemetery. He passed the gates he heard a bump inthe darkness behind him, not daring to look back. He quickened his pace. Thebumping continued behind him. He stopped to see and to turn to seewhat it was coming down. The road behind him with acoffin standing on end, bumping from side to side bump bump bump the mancarabide for his life turned and ran into the driving rain. Behind him thecoffin came faster, bump, bump thump, head of him and there's a bunch. Therewas a branch that had fallen from a tree he reached down and grabbed it ashe ran by still running. He turned and threw it over his shoulder of thecoffin, but it just splintered when it hit it. The coffin continued fasterbump bump thump bump the man turned on to corner on to his street and ranthrough his front gate, the coffin right behind him, his splitting, as wasresting against his wood tile. So he snagged at turn and gave a mighty twohanded: throw sunny it andover and...

...right at the Coffee Mac the act chattering on the unnaturallystrong one of the coffin and it continued after him. The men dashedinto his house, but the coffin crashed through the front door. The man ran upstairs and grabbed his shot gun up. The Wall display he blasted the coffin withboth barrels and the shot bounced harmlessly off the copin and coffin asit continued up. The stairs, thump clump bump clomp bump clop the mandesperate and scared half to dad and jumped into the bathroom and locked thedoor, knowing it would do no good the cop and banged against the door once twice and on the third time the doorexploded and the COP and came forward in a moment of desperation. The manreached out his hand and grabbed whatever he could. All there was was abottle of cough syrup and he threw it at the coffin, the bottle scattered andthe coster a poured on to the coffin and the coffin stopped, get it the coffin. Stop. Oh H, I'm sitting here like a it's just it's just a fifty past placeis a iyer Poni. I love it so much the image of a coffin like walking down the street is so fuckingfunny to me. You put yourself in that in that situation, you're like you,would be shedding yourself. I e. How do you even explain that toyourself like? Oh, I must be, must be the wind. No, this senti and coffin iscoming at you. No, I don't remember where I read thatone, but I remembered it just as you said, horror story and I was like Iknow a couple of actually scary horror stories, but this is way better becauseit's just upon my Lord Anyways, that's my o. that's mycontribution is so scary, but it's all it's all justfunny for a m just as the humor, so we're not all panicking. Well Yeah. Ithink this shit is funny before, like you said, like the cofferthing I thought like it was going to be like an actual like cor ending and thatthe coffin would eventually like open up it before God to him. No one wouldbe inside and then it would like track the man inside and then he would becomethe sentian coffin yeah. I thought the coffin was going to eat a yeah right. You think that, but no it'sjust a fucking, pon ance T, there's so much possibility andyou know story behind it and then it's like Pa Gotcha, it's a stupid pun, Jes es had to go to the doctor. Cos Hejust had a bad cost man, the Cosso was he shooting it like what he was trying to choose some stuffscared. He was like this fucking giant wooden coffin is just running at youand you have a shot gun or a bottle of copter up which one do you use. I meanthe copter of now. Obviously now I know a I well just like. Yes, let us just rowthe cost or up then excile like an intruder. In the house, you're like aGosh Y, cold medicine, and I like what the fuck at the fuck. That's exactlywhy I have cold medicine in my night stands honestly. If I, if I had it like,I I broke in my house, I would just throw my roommate, but like one of mysiblings, aren't you well, you would definitely die in a horror movie. No I'd survived because they were dying.Then I would say now: You'd be the one you'd be just satisfying audience deathwhere they're like you're, like the bad guy and then when you finally die thewhole audience like yes, yeah, but if even Fifi survive I'd bethe I'd, be the producers like? No, I want that the person just live. Why Iwant them to hate us and make a sequel and hope, and then they come back thatin hopes that that guy dies in the sequel, Oh yeah, then they just comingback. I keep coming back for sequels and but he just never dies, no eventuallydies. You know you got to give him some affecate, like the third movie. I'd,kill him off yeah. You could go to the fort to and stillget money, but you you caps, you probably could yeah and an like. You know the fifthmovie he can have an evil twin. I mean what like Halloween, that franchisestill fucking going on. That's yeah. They killed that fucker like eighttimes and he's so making more movies. It's the same movie, but it's like thecharacter like Dickie Ding, every third movie and there's a Nucleo. Every movie...

...has nothing to do with the last yeah, except for the May character and theguy that everyone hates. I like that anyway, that you know to call Tetiou er sorry. I forgot that I was next well, you arebeen enlightened. Thank you, yeah, of course I bide so busy knitting. I gotto put that away your Dorina, so mine is a actual actual like poor. Ask story that Iwrote over the summer is eight pages, so definitely going tobe the longest one yet and yeah it's mine. So don't copyrightme, don't hope, write me: Abrane, okay, seven Egorovich, road, South Eastthere's a little gray blue two stories: Twenty Century Town House, this townhouse has lived many lives. It has lived the lives of Missus and MisterJordan, who built the three by four picket fence porch into a six by eightdeck. It has lived the lives of Miss Emily Holloway, who tainted a living,dining space of Pale, green and put in the brass door handles and her daughterBersia, whose growth patterns are stretched into the doorway of thesecond floor, guest bedroom. It has lived the life of Mister Thomas,W retired after the Second World War and built a two seater porch spring tohand under the east. Draw has lived lives of Mary and George Colton, whopainted the kitchen cabinets white and began the small vegetable garden out inthe back yard. Now it lives Westley, riglar, nine, tofive day in day out, transit, writing, Goldfish, beeing, swift or sweepingborn and bread Canadian resident, just like anyone else. Well Wesley, wouldn'ttell you. This Westley would tell you that he is among the top accountants inold Alberta. In his mind, this tidbit of information very much proves that heis not in fact just like anyone else. This becomes all too true when WesleyWakes up one Sunday morning, the month is June and the climate is a stickyhumid cascade of clear skies and mosquito pond. This is relevant becausethe night before a summer evenings option a company, a fat and wetwindstorm, sweat through Westley, suburban one particular bat of Thunder,had even shook the fish bull of geneve we tres two year old, golfish and onlyroommate. The Justo happens that on thisparticular Saturday evening during this particular storm in this particularmonth of June, that what we forgot to watch his bedroom window, there's nothing enticingly specialabout this window. A simple two by Cuba for cut up the only remarkable thingabout this window may be that it has no screen to separate Westley bedroom fromthe element, as most windows was the day and so Whitley roused on Sunday morningfeeling as averagely non average as ever and padded towards the bathroom atthe site of the unlatched window. Westley's eyes grew wide. Oh goodness,he fluttered from the unlatched window. An array of muddy leaves and swirlingwain patterns covered his small bathroom. His previously prosing showercurtain was worn with weather, because teal colored towels were overturned.His White Marble Sink, which was just beside the window, was green and Brownfrom the storm. A small line of black sludge led from the lip of the sink anddisappeared below the grass. The drank Wesley got to work at cleaning theshower curtain and towels went into the Washer and the leaves went into theconfossus. The sludge Westley hold on his yellow rubber, scrubbing Gub,gloves courtesy of his mother. God bless her soul and crouched over thesink, using his thumb in his fourth finger. He plucked the sledge at thelip of the saint and almost immediately recoiled. It was hot to the catch redand volcanic and searing and charm, and Westley gasped, opening his fingers andshaking his head. The sludge would not budge. It Clung to his yellow rubberedglove like a molten charantia, and then it began to move Wesley's eyes wider,her his mouth tilted back in a silent scream as he watched horrify as thesledge jerked and in a Apertis an get off with me best stumbling backward ina vain attempt to escape the Pledge Yeah. It's worm this way up his glove,despite his protest and attached completely from the sink he thumpedinto his arm and threw the glove...

...hearing the skin and melting the rubberas the sledge slowly against keep up his arm Lesley fell back into the backcub body trembling and shoulders covering his mouth gapedunintelligently like a fish drawing on dry lap, his eyes prickled with unshedtears, feeling wet and dry. All at once, Wesley had once been ice. Fishing upnorth was his grandfather and had fallen through the ice. It was as ifhis entire nervous system went into shock the water cutting him like knives,so freezing it burnt. His limbs screamed and his skin ached, and it wasover almost as soon as it started. It was simultaneously the hottest andcoldest he'd ever felt, but none of that on harico smell his own skincharring as a black sludge to Ludisti beneath his arm as a last fit of sludge steeped intohis arm. The screen that had been so insistently flying at Westley's throatspring three: it tore from him like a wounded animal and left him. A shakingfeverish lubbering mess in his Bat Tub. He panted for a moment, mouth butteringchest heaving before braving himself to look at whatever was left of his arm that that's not that's, not possible.He heaved eyes widening as he took in a set of his arm. It looked normal normal in the sense that it looks theexact thing as when he first pulled on his yellow rubber gloves only thirtyminutes or earlier normal in the sense that there was noevidence of his previously charged fearing Dan and bubbling rubber luck considerably. I'm just to be sure,whistle lifted a shaking hand and ran it down with skin of his arm perfectlynormal, not a hair, nor scar out of place. A drop of sweat dropped downalong with his brow and he waked, and he raised an arm to wipe across his forhim. He wouldn't be going into work today. On Monday, two days after the stormWesley was working away in his cubicle when his stomach lurched, he beentestin rolled and a low grumbling gurgle arose, Lesley's hand strayedaway from his calculator to lay over top of Sun Daza ebbed and slow,reminding Westley of his vacation to Coney Island, and he slept in a brathis lisp pursed, as he swapped it. For a long and low x, half his chest andthroat began to broil and he drew himself from his chair sprinting withmuttered. Excuse me and thank you, as he ran to the menser m. He dropped into the first stall, payingno mind to locking the door behind him and had his head before the toilet. Hisstomach reeled as though a divine entity had taken his organs and twistedthem. As one would drain X, exus water from a rag Wesley's eyes burnt and hesqueezed some shut as he rutched at long last, with his stomach wailing andmuscles aching, he let himself fall away from his nest. His skin drippedwith perspiration he slowly blinked himself back to hissenses and pulled himself straight against the wall of the bathroom stallWesley took in a breath using the back of his hand to wipe his lip as heexhaled he leaned forward, intending on flushing the toilet, but stopped scream caught in his throat. His eyeswidened his heart panted through his body and echoed in his ears likesymbols, because in the toilet full staring back at him, wasn't vomit. That's not possible Wesley gasped,echoing what he had said only days before in the comfort of his own vouch,his throat burned and his vision grew unfocused as he tried to make sense ofwhat he had thrown up, but he couldn't, in the toilet, was a writhing mass ofmaggots at least a hundred or more yellow brownblack crawling over one another. Like a hive mind two tiny dots for eyes, thenappendages for like crawling squirming, blinking meggin Wesley ran sprinting faster than heever ran before. He was a blur of racing, fot and wildeyes. He ran all the way back to number seven Gubat road southeast, his lungsburned and his clothes were sweat through and with some final resolve,dropped on to the porch sing and sobbed. The following Friday, Westley quit hisjob over the course of the week his skin had taken on a gaunt things. Hecounted his rods as he ondress his finger. Nails were, yellow and brittle.His hair was falling out in patches. If you compared a picture of Wesley now tohis senior Prom photo you'd think he was homeless. Wesley stepped into his shower skinflaking off of him as he did. It did that now the amount of death wasbecoming so comical. Westley imagined his home as living underneath a giantcouch right at the very back where the swifter couldn't beach. He was justbunny and current the water beat down on him and he felthis ear itching. It didn't bother him now. In fact, he watched his seemyreflection as an ant crawled out and...

...down his neck. From this view, he couldsee the fading yellowness to his game, a magnet nibbled on his celt nestledand squirming. Through his remaining hair, his face was hollowed almost tothe bone. Every curve of his skull was visibleand the rest could be said for the rest of him. Westley skin stretched over his muzz,his miserable hush of a body like sugar being stretched into Taffy. He lookedlike death. This was confirmed when Wesley went tothe doctor, the Tuesday after his nagged incident, the macilent one couldsay the only place he could get anappointment. So last minute was a little hole in the wall. Privatelyunpracticed fanish between seven and eleven and a book store called the VeryHungry Caterpillar. It was a bare facing building having only ever livedthis doctor's office and therefore still young and yearning to be filledwith character. There were three measly parking spaces that were occupied bythis office for customers. There was one car in the far right parking spacewhen the bus dropped westly. This doctors office was called the Bayof fungi a play on words on the Bay of Fundy Beaton. I was named so by theowner, a stouter turly mustache prating man. His name was Dr Herman Gy and hehad lived in short of the town up until he decided to start his own medicinalpractice. He had a distinguished eastern accent despite the car in the customer.Parking Wesley was that only other patient in the waiting room was a mustygreen, coloured room with plastic chairs. Much like those of a children'sSchool Wesley counted three framed photographs of Du a doctor, Firman guyholding a fish. The waste was only six minutes threefor Wesley to fill out a trioson and another three for Dr Guy to pet. The examination room was much cosierthan the waiting room which Wesley found slightly contradictory. He staredat the leafy flanc in the corner of the room, unable to assure you whether itwas fake or real doctor Herman Guy followed his gaze to the plant andcommented: Oh that's, Louise, no more comments were made about Louis Doctor. Herman did followed throughwith a physical exam. He waded Wesley took his height, listened to his chestand looked in his ears and eyes, and now in now he took his blood pressure and custissale. Posible stick to the back of his throat and told him to take a debra. Asthe examination came to an end door. Herman Gy pulled the chair in front ofthe table and said Westley rolled his shirt back down and touched it into aslack. So I can cure concerns. You areslightly under weight which isn't much cause for concern. There are someauditis in your chest and stomach Harton here said West Le frowned his brow for in whatdoes that mean? Yeah, Dr Herman Guy, Shrug which wasn't verycomforting. It just sounds like a flue Westley sugar's head, that's notpossible. He said I never get sick and I've been going crazy. There has to besomething wrong: Dor, Herman Guy Shrugged again. Perhapshe got a pair side. Then he said Wesley's Vinin Vision, tunneled hischest quickened as his heart get the beat and his stomach coiled. Oh No. Thesludge Wesley couldn't remember how he gothome. He moved in auto pilot the bird parasite, echoing around his blamebrains, like the image DVD bouncing round of black screen. He slunk to the floor of his Boutettially. He tried all night to rid the sledge from his body, but all hisattempts resulted in a in a bath tap full of Maggot and both lives and an he hasn't literally copped up a lobe ofhis lung, which is which, uniquely carried out in the backyard and planteddespertion Witley, turns out the shower and stepsout a trail of drives and following he doesn't bother with drying himselfwith a talent. It would only result in the heeling way of whatever remainingskin layers. We have it's a crumbling to nail crunch underhis feet, as he walks it doesn't have. Long Lesley has become a mere shell ofwhat his bon used to be a prison of skin and bone with WHO sold the kingfrom the inside out as he pass into bedroom. He makes hisbed leaving dust and skin and hair and tiger nail behind. He feeds Jena, beakand hopes. It won't be long until someone realizes he is dead. He hopesthat she'll be taking care of of he westling the strews house, like a ghost,as though he's already begun to haunt the reminiscence of his life. The soundof death accompanies him by his buzzing around and within him as he treasures nuded without purpose, weser steppedout into his back yard, closing the door behind him. For the last time hehad accepted death. He has no one who will warn him, except for Genevyperhapshe stepped off the back Porch...

...and slowly sinks to his hand and tees.He crawled through the garden and nestles himself between the blue andvegetables of the garden that Mary and George Cold had planted so many yearsago. By the time, his neighbors realizedthat no one has seen Wesley Ridge for a few days, his body will have alreadyreduced nothing. All that was left of him will have dissipated into the dirt. GENEVIVE will be taken in by the eightyear old girl, next door and number seven Gugar Ovitch road, South Eastwill go on to live a young widow named Jocelyn Park. Who will commend thevitality of the garden and who will forever wonder whatbrutaliser was used by the previous owner to make the plants come alivelike they do an what fuck dude? I hate you. Why doafter you? That was looking amazing on my shit, for I was going. I have tocompare to that. Oh my God. Welcome to impart so much shit. fucking heather was amazing. Okay, AVAis again you go last. We're never letting a very participatina writing thing ever again. Yeah, listen to English major talkbefore me. That's a great idea! Okay. I was Thinkin you just cribbingin dying. I was like me in a depressed episode. Oh my God, true so like hollowed out megas calling allover, he described his appearance and then hewent to the doctor and the doctors like a might be the flu and he's like fish in his ears. He has Olonto like thehealthcare system. Oh Yeah. I know it's just like your hairs fallen out. You got ants inyour mouth and and your fucking toenails or crunchingoff as we speak, I probably wil flu yeah. That was horrifying, especially the Robbino yeah. No, thefucking H, a rethatch Ou, made me think of what side disorderwhere you think that you're dead, coarser or walking or Sadrat it's thatdisorder, where you think you're already dead or dying, and I thoughtthat he was just going crazy because the doctor was like there's somethingwrong here. You can go on kid I'll, just take some mad vile and have a goodride. Rest that was this me is lid. Nobody at work check upon him after he folded into the bathroom and violently vomited outseveral maggots. They were like a a ladly yeah. You haven't been in atoxicant before. If that happened to me at my old job, they absolutely wouldhave just like. Let left me the we go fucking Jacson again dude. If thathappened to me, my old job he'd be like why the fuck aren't you working, get your ass up. I don't care how manyMagas are coming out of your body right now you let her fucking start workingminimum wage. You better be working full time. I Oti catching that on myarm. I OTOMPAN my kitchen mother, fucker,Kay your ass back up there and try some Patties Bitch O. I made it nine I'm gonna rot oncompany time or we like looks over and I arms arefalling off he's like a mad. It was you know me, then why do Youse wit, thewilder? I got like a parasite or something Tu sludge. Ust, like a Ma, Iwas great man he's like wow yeah, while is Friday night Kehe like swans over his eye ball popsout he's like what's up yeah, you like Tokai's, like a man fucking how youdoing jeff how the kids. This is like really scary, a horrorstory to avery, especially like suddenly starting to decompose andhaving like a Megan and bugs all over you, yeah and being just you know, Ross...

...describe it in one word rose, I'm so proud of it that I last or rightlike this. I think I think we still have one more aJackson. I don't I don't mind. Okay, first of all, Mine's not to compare toaves at all your. I O S, an English I'm like not I'm pretty sure. I did itright, but the timing will sound like I'll, be using the wrong timing of a ward. What is that, like? A all you have tensand present ten? Probably that is hopeful. Vie Oh you'll, find out in the first sentence,because I was like yeah started out with a fun thing: excellent, definitely not nervous! Idon't read my stories a lot to people. I've been pretending. This is d ND,honestly, that's yeah! It's like that's a good way to think of it. It's The vuntil you're, editing it that Oh and then I'm going to kill myself that out. Okay, okay, Johnson reassured the reporter that hewas insane even with that fact out in the open.Everything he is about to say is completely and utterly the true thingthis reporter will ever hear. You see the store started when he was ayounger man. Johnson claimed he was about twenty six.During this event, he lived in the hamlet of Mambel in new cortland andLarbadore. Roughly Twenty people lived in thehamlet, quite a small population, and that's truly what drew Johnson to thetown with no one would be able to bother him. He could finally get away from the bigcity he had spent. His Childhood in Johnson grew to know almost everysingle one of his neighbors. He especially enjoyed tea with Mabel downthe road and bought his goods from Leo at the Cadwal, even with Johnson only living there fora few months it didn't take on for him to be part of the family. Johnson did quite like maybole. Therewas a main circle of road that led basically ver in the Hamlet, becausethere were twenty people wasn't allowed to go around. All of the houses was almost identical.With the red rose and white wall, it was like a perfect utopia and just in Johnson's back yard, therewas a cliff side where the Atlantic Ocean would screamand quaw its way up on the cliff side, Johnson a often enjoyed his morningswith these waves. They helped muffle the noises of his walk, which isexactly why he picked me be Jonathan. Had let her a little laughstartling, the reporter who had been caught off God at the pulling from thestory just explained how he completes forgot to explain what his job was. He was a professional motor as Johnsonclank for himself, the reporter swallowed and settledthemselves in the chair before smiling and nodding. They couldn't help but stare at therotting teeth that Johnson had in his mouth. They looked as if they would fall outat the slightest movement. Returning to the story, Johnsonexplained how he was quite handsome Brown Claha Pale skin blue eyes. He was,as he claimed, the whitest man of white man and, as such, the police never thoughtof him. He enjoyed that part killing in the right area and the police would atweak an eye. Of course he got cocky as any straight man would, after feelinglike Gard for too and as such, he started to kill a little too much andnot always in the best areas, which is why he left formerely. Thepolice was sniffing up his hat and, as said, she took a prominent leaf to asmall hamlet. What can else begin to bore him? Dons explained he wanted to have a bitmore of a challenge, but with none of the police and people getting curious, you would have to kill twenty peoplewithout anyone realizing they were dead. Jonson told the reporter about a weekand to his movement into me belly he had started to walk on a mouth. He hadto figure out how to kill everyone in either a single night or an amount oftime that allowed him kill everyone before those in the hamlet would becomesuspicious of sudden missing people. He then those in the red you would haveto be that could be killed a day or two before the mass event, as they do notinteract or l go out in public for a...

...few days. Those who would have to bekilled last remarked in blue due to how, if he suddenly need to take a day'sbreak, people won't wonder where they went. Everyone else was green. He so good theradius and use conversions to find the woke walking pace. If you would need totake from one place to another Johnson explained to the warder to allJohnson explained to the reporter how he excelled in school physics and mass was close subjects.The only subject he truly had I used is his social studies. He found it hard toexplain how to be a good, Porson and oftenest wrote about the amazement ofwar after completing the notes. His a longrain for his tea with Mabel Johnson explained how he had almostconsidered letting her live as she seemed to be a quite a quiet, young lady. She was thirty four, a widow she hadlost her husband and children in Accident Johnson, never pushed hewanted to keep himself close to Mabel didn't want to cause any interactionthat would force her to ignore him. Shed rosy cheeks durty, bon hair, belips, were fine Red Jotan always believed she had lip sick for how red they were,but she always seemed to argue against that she dressed in a cardigan mostly andwill black and sorry will brown dress pan most days, the Pope Johnson truly admired aboutmabel at a chest in a thigh. Well, Johnson did enjoy her company. He alsodrove been able to just silly watch that she walked. Herself Jos explained how if he was to walk allthe time he was going to eat, have a little fun. Maybe we'll talk to Johnson about forday, but maybe we'ld talk to johnson about for day. Oh, she went now got ateapot blah blah blah blah blah she went on and on and johnson justlistened and watched. Justin smiled at through a border andthe reporter looked up waiting for him to speak, ended up staring at the coldgray distant eyes of johnston. They looked away and swallow whateverthey were trying to reimarch. He finally realized what he wasimplying. He explained that, finally, after a fewmonths of planning the date arrived november thirteenth, he had plannedeverything to the point. Mostly all he had to do. Let's kill everyonein the hamlet. That's an try to explain how there should be worry if something wentwrong or anxiety. If someone would try to kill him back. Where was the fear within johnson, and he explained simply he didn't knowhe had no idea what he would do if something wrong or if someone tried tokill us, but he couldn't explain even more, iswhy he was not scared. Why to this day, he does not fear what happened thatnight starting off on his quest. He went toold, graham forced she was a hundred and two, the oldest woman in the town, jon editha summos, as he picked thelocket and her house. Her wife had died a few days ago. He had planned to getboth of them on the tree. For me, alas, he could only kill one and the door.Creaked, open johnson moved in his feet, taking thevice from the wind, as he floated through the house and slightly openedthe door to old graham's room there. She was asleep peaceful transon hadwondered to this day what she must have saw as she slightly awoke and torne herhead towards the door only to see his eyes staring out from the door crackbefore she could. Let anything else with a dash, a knife on her throat andthen she would see nothing again as jos, an room as johnson remembered how theblood filled his hands covered his knife and clothes with a smile. He feltthe new slash that had imprinted on old, graham and covered her body and blood,as he placed her back in bed, comed blanketings on explained how he wantedhis knees and prayed for safe passes through after life. Getting up johnsonsmiled at the moon as the force killing of his night sneaking out of the house. He hadforced himself not to strut throughout the town. With this new fresh bloodcovering his clothes, he had to remain hidden. Any one saw him. The pin wouldend the crash of the waves on the cliff side helped keep the sound of his feeton the gravel sila the roof. The houses proves for darkred mashing, the color that stained johnson, the next victim would bewilling johnson, slowly climbed the porch andtried to unlock his door to find it already open. Moving and johnson hadhis knife ready.

William, would never wake this light.He would normally block out due to his drinking habits. Johnson saw red hand covering theoohaul dorson explained that he was disturbed a new feeling for him, especially as he walked into willingsroom and found william chopped into seventeen pieces. Hands. Fingers toeslegs, torso cut johnson, looked to be news. Well, joson,looked in this new disturbing feeling, but also intrigued. Dothin lettered, agiggle to the reporter, telling him to get petty for the next part. Assanti stood in amazement. Some onegrasped disome him on to the wall, pinning his hands johnson said face toface with marble covered in blood with a devilish, grinor face she licked johnson's, cheek cleaning, the blood off johnson smiled at her in amazement. He explained to the reporter how thiswoman was different. He had always seen her as this heart hart woman who livedon the street, but a killer as well truston sor. He would never findanother woman like this. He found himself kissing mabel dropping theweapon as she did horse grabbing her and lift off the ground. He felt as herlegs rupted around her lower back. He had envisioned this moment formonths now, but he never truly knew how amazing it truly would be as they laidon the living room floor, the moon slowly shipped in the sky, as jasondescribed one of the best moments in his life. The reporter eventually shifted intheir place feeling slightly as comfortable at the detail. This man wasgiving them johnson eventually noticed the potestiscomfort and moved on as they had laid together, look closefarther on a dead man's house johnson realized at the time he still had tokill people and he would have to kill hot eco rose and went to look for hispants. Joncoes wasn't sure what told him, buthe tore and raised his hand as a knife dug and itself into his hand. Durante.I pull his hand away his own blood, crushing out all over his body. Mabelhad the stabilised friend on her face, dustin struggled with how hard shelooked and how dangerous he was, but that a mitama doesn't explain. Josonexplained how you ran out the house naked. He ran and knocked in theneighbors door baning on the door. He could blame a fallen mabel. All hehad to do is reason, but he could live if he exclaimed. He explained how he almost crashedthrough the door before he heard mabel walking across the street toning. Allhe saw was her naked body gleaming in the moonlight. She let it a longcalling for johnson johnson explained how he ran to the neighbor's window andhoped they would be able to break in then to find the dead head of the ownertied to the window, tresenda his brain trying to figure out what to do next.He we insured himself that may couldn't have killed everyone in this fan. Shehide she's bent a good lent. The time with him. Justin explained ha, explainthis to himself as he ran door to door and help of some one any one beingalive. Soon. He found himself at his house walking towards him miss maidenthe woman who who ehad chaired tea. He had run into his house and slammingtheir shut, locking it just johnson looked for his gun, he's found guns tobe a table weapon. You don't want to you, don't get the filing of skintarrying or watching it rip. It was an easy kill, but that's what he needed right now. Heordered to me was slammed her body as the door. He also heard the sound ofthe door frushing johnson fumbled through his room, as he heard the doorbreak from her smashing justin shout his hat flutter. He couldn't explain itto the reporter, but as a motor. This was the fast and worst moment of hislife. Finally, he explained how he rememberedthat his gun was in the drawer on the left as he stood to go. He turned andcame face to face with the wooden table. John johnson explaid the pain he feltas he tried to raise his arms and felt nothing kicking nothing. Sumtin lookedto his body and turned his arms and legs lying next to him. The bleedinghad stopped professionally done. Lookin is chest: a heart had been called withm and j in the middle. At that moment, tarin tom, the story,the moment the guard entered the rooms and they grabbed on johnson the port ofprotest explaining that he had not yet finished the story, the god simplysained, there's no time left and he had to go the porter, let it assign andjohnson just laughed and explained to reporter oh come on. I am sure yourmother would be pleased to explain the rest of the story and that's it that,and i didn't get time to do all i wanted.So i just kind of throw some shit...

...together god. So i found my new ott literally. What is this you season?Five with the fuck? Oh my god right! That's what i that bro message net like why i straight man dies from morning issanta, but it's a serial killer. Mills but m pussa murder, dan ban, stabian,you're, still hot, as fog he's, never long never died because the story takesplace in present. Like the story he's telling is past tense, but he istechnically alive. Just without arms relates and he's blind, and if you didn't get it, the reporteris johnson and mabel's child from the night they showed oh yeah, yeah wow, ohwow, i'm sure o that i said i'm sure your mother would be pleased to explainthe rest of the story. Oh yeah, they fuck they fuck for a few hours. The idea that she like fucked him andthen he like, took off his limbs and shit just kept him in his basement andthen like raise a child with him. I like that, let her know! No! Actuallywhat was going to happen is he was going to try to escape. I maples goingto grab him and lead him to the close side and then like kiss him on thecheek, pour acid in his eyes and then throw them off the edge of the clift.We as you do what she was. She was always finding to be a single mother, a as go fucking on fucking him. Yes, she was i a e e, that's the more i so i felt so disgusted as i was justdescribing how like how johnson was just discuss. I honestly triggerwarning. I was going to put like very non consensual part, and i was like nathat's too far. That's a little yeah that down i deleted yehs people justfucking. It literally was like that's just the or story of what a straightpeople. Actually i thought mabel would nate avaire that ed honestly, my like the original plan wasthat, like you, would sleep with her and then kill her and then do and thendo his killing preak. I'm like a no. I lie like the she girl boss,literally like santa like he was like. Oh my god. She got to everyone to fortage. You like law, how oi guess we'll never know no really exactly spent. I had this in.My head. Johnson had just spent the entire day, basically in his house right, so that i a long dead and sothey were dead for a while yeah a no, but she left old. Graham for johnson,we love. I love that she respected the lesbian comparant ly. No, no. Shewanted johnson to think everything was fine m love, lesbian wow. She girl boss, herway out of that, and i love her so that she was like you think, you're going tokill me. But you know you wait my dust. She definitely killed herhusband and and her ca yeah. She doesn't what had o yeah she yeah he's.Definitely a mass murder, okay, so off topic, but i just noticedmy next english book, which is a fellow has like the cover, is a man chokingwoman? Oh make that a that opposite- and this is just my for story. Iliterally yeah- i love aglisten he'll, make you read the weirdest shit, dudeliterally dude. I re ye read case the last year. I had to read thisbook and it was basically about a the tokian society where people just havesex and do drugs all the time except it was the most boring thing. I've everread one thousand nine hundred and eighty four, no, no o o nineteen, a dfour. They don't want t t one thousand nine hundred and eighty four. It was aniswee to be we're supposed to be on chapter five and i even haven't evenopened the book. Yet in nine yeah nineteen i can put five. Nobody hadexit everyone just chose not to yeah, that's true. No one thousand nine hundred and eightyfour, like a big theme of it, is like absence because he keeps looking atthis girl who's super fucking hop she as were overall, so she looks uglyavers equal ugly. I hate strike literally literally t like the whole.That's like a whole interaction in modei, the back of it, and it wasliterally like i read the back of it...

...and i was like if straight people weretreated the way gay people are that's just what it sounds like christer. It'slike he can have a relationship with this woman. He loves and he's alwaysbeing watched and judged. I'm like so. You literally can't fuck her like.What's he mad about okay, okay, before we end off, i want to say this becausei feel like you got. I don't know how you feel, but mabel was based off of.She was the whole force impression was based off of avery. Oh my god, he looks as to me. More based off is amon and then i was like- and i was like:loman she's, dory bond she's like brown, hair and a blond and literally havebrown hair like dog up li ra. Will you a dark brown here? It's you six monthsago. So now an you changed one dory but yeah. I definitely imagine to like notbeing skinny. I was like sick icky like no skinny woman can try, no skamecould kill johnson any women can't murder, so every an and not kill people can not fuck. Ilove you do not have the capacity wating this sun. I was just like very, very aggressivelyknitting. I oh well, then i think that's it for today's episode.I think we've done enough. We've girl bossed our way through this. I thinkwe're just a hang on lookin yeah, like mabel fucking millyeah. I was like mill. I need that a mover i was like. I need it as like.Not enough like she wants to be a milt. That's why she wanted to have a kid.Did any of you think no she's. She had kids yeah, but she was el, get him thestory like she had a kid and then murdered de yeah. She had kid and thenmotor for a kid like a few years ago, and that's why she's in hamet to by the way what they called? Let me i can'tremember so it's a real place. Oh, it is good. You said newfoundland and iwas like mabili new food and lion dude you can.I i i to really get the hamlet in new fanthat has about twenty people. Yeah the prominent euron residents are abouttwenty seismometer. I hope you enjoyed this littledifferent episode. When we talk, while we've started out with a glit story,then we went into comedy and then we did real little show and then we talkedabout big mummy milcom. So i get to see the four genders for genders your young mommie murdery. We hope you enjoy today's episode andwe hope to you next week, if not mommy mabel's coming for you maybe comingyeah. Is there anything else to add, followthis fuck also mummy wow incredible than it. Thanks for coming mommy, sorry bomy! I can't say that,because i'm gay and you should all stay- ay see you next week.

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