In the last post, I announced that I'll be returning to this website to finish unfinished business. I have a ton of posts saved as drafts on all three blogs featured here that I plan on publishing before I move to a different website, which will most likely be 2 and a half years from now when I have a Web Design degree.
Another reason why I returned is because I abandoned some ideas that I really don't want to go to waste. Namely, the "Federation" storyline on my "WW3" blog.
However, the MAIN reason I'm back is because I'm going to use this website as a testing ground - no, not for nuclear bombs - for ideas that I have in mind for a new blog I'm going to be releasing (the one that got deleted due to my PC turning heel on me.... and because I forgot to log in before the deadline). I also want to test my writing skills and try new styles, as I feel my writing needs s̶o̶m̶e̶ a lot of work.
So, expect some different (ooo, italic) posts in the future.
I'll see myself out on that note.
~Dude who owns this website
Hey gu- woah, it's dusty in here.
As you can see, the wheel fell off the wagon. The wagon being this website and the wheel being, of course, me. Anyway, I've decided to return temporarily in the light of news about a little game I dedicated most of my blogging journey to, Club Penguin, closing down. More on that in the next post.
I'll start with providing you an update - if you have read my pinned tweet on my Twitter page, you were aware that I was working on a new blog. Keyword - "was." It got deleted due to inactivity. I'm planning on re-creating it, but plans have been put off for now.
That's why I've decided to throw you guys a post on here. I have a ton of posts on the three blogs you'll find here that I'd like to finish up and publish. I also have some ideas for new posts that I'm looking to release - mostly about WWE and Club Penguin, since the desktop version is closing down.
I don't know how long until I officially close this website for good in favor of the new one, but for now, enjoy!
-Rocks/Wwerocks88/Wwe/Whatever you wanna call me
Happy Thanksgiving! Here's a video of the Undertaker Tombstoning a turkey:
R.I.P. to all the turkeys that we've lost... and ate... this season. Such a delicious shame.
Again, happy Thanksgiving!
Armed with a chained hook, I walk this hall with my legs trembling and left eye socket full of discomfort. Uncertain of my objective, I slowly walk to the nearby staircase; my long, trench coat dragging and my open crown hat covering my identity in the dark environment.
As I set my sight downstairs, I see my dad walk into the door. He heads towards the kitchen, unaware of my presence. Stealthy, I stalk him. I watch him access the fridge.
"This is your opportunity." the unfamiliar voice calls. "He's a cancer! A disease that haunts this world! End him!"
I sneak up behind him quietly as he looks for a late night snack. I get in position, and without hesitation, wrap my left hand around his mouth.
"Show him what it's like!" the voice demands as my dad struggles to fight out of my hold. I take my hook and whack him in his left eye. Without any guilt, I watch him crumble to the ground; blood pouring out of his left eye socket where his eye used to be.
I then wake up; my body soaked with sweat, my lungs gasping for air and my eyes watering like a faucet. I pull the sheets off of my drenched body and rise from my bed. I walk out of my room and start towards the bathroom.
As I'm washing my face, I look into the mirror. I notice my left eye swollen and bloodshot. Concerned, I grab a towel and wipe the water off of my aching face. I quickly pace out of the bathroom and aim towards the staircase. I stop dead in my tracks as I turn to walk down the steep stairs.
3 feet above ground, he hangs in my sight silently. Attached from the left eye socket to a chained hook, his pale body dangles in the night's absent light. A pool of blood sits right below him, dripping from his lifeless body.
As frozen as ice on a cold snowy day, I watch as my dad's murdered body forces itself into my brain forever.
Suddenly, my brain catches something unusual inches away from the pool of blood my father's wounds created.
Accompanied by a note, a red prosthetic eye lies peacefully on my carpeted floor. I pick up the folded note and begin to read. Shock suddenly fills my body as the pounding of my heart enters my ears.
"Thank you" the note states in big, red liquid writing.
Hello ghouls and wolves!
I hope you're having a great time trick or treating! Watch out for pins and needles!
"As you can see, lines J and K are parallel..." My Geometry teacher explained to us on a warm September day. We were learning about parallel lines and transversals, one of the easiest Geometry that exists.
We were going by my teacher's regular routine; he teaches us for 20-25 minutes then gives us the homework so we have at least 20-25 minutes to do it and possibly complete it.
We were about 17 minutes into class whenever a big slam interrupted my instructor's teaching. Strangely, nobody was near the doorway.
A few seconds later, the door slammed shut. Again, nobody was close to it. The whole class looked on in fear.
"What the hell..." My teacher said, more confused than me when attempting Algebra.
After class, as I was walking through the doorway, a sticker planted on the door's window caught my eye. It read, 'In Loving Memory of Lacey Seed'.
"Who's Lacey Seed?" I asked my friend Chris, who was walking right behind me.
"She was a student here that died a few years ago in a car accident. She used to be my neighbor." He replied. "Her birthday is today, actually." I looked at him.
"Her birthday is today?" I began. "You don't think..."
"I don't know. She should've graduated last year. I know if she was alive, she would've wanted to celebrate with her class mates. It could've been her, if you believe in that kind of stuff." He responded. He then walked off as I stood by the doorway in deep thought.
A chill suddenly interrupted my thinking. I looked around, then hurried to my next class. I wanted to get the hell away from there.
I was in my yard playing with the snow on a cold December day whenever a man I'd never seen before approached me.
"Hey. I have something to tell you." The man said.
"...What?" I responded, suspiciously.
"That Christmas tree you have up... it's going to burn tonight." he replied. I was hit by confusion.
"What do you mean? Who are you?!" I asked.
"Just make sure to lock that door." He pointed towards my house. I turned my head. He was aiming at the back door.
Whenever I turned my head back around, he was gone. I scanned my surroundings.
No sign of him.
I froze in my position for a little bit, letting his words sink into my head. I then took off inside and told my dad about my encounter.
"What the hell? He just walked into our yard and told you that?" My dad asked.
"Yes." I responded. He shook his head and then started to the closet.
He came back with two shot guns.
"He'll be pretty damn lucky if he even makes it to our porch." He said, loading the two guns. "Chris, you guard the front door. I'll guard the back door," He commanded to my brother, Chris. "You make sure all the windows are locked." He told me. I did exactly as directed.
That night, I heard the smoke alarm.
I ran into my living room, and what I saw made my heart pound in my ears.
The Christmas tree was on fire.
"WHAT THE HELL!" My dad yelled. A few seconds later, my brother jogged into the room with the fire extinguisher and started showering the flames until the tree was clear. "Chris, did anyone get passed you?" My dad asked.
"No! I know I didn't doze off, and I never left my chair. No one came through!" Chris replied. I could see the shock splattered on his face.
"Then how the hell did this happen..." My dad questioned, obviously upset.
I stood there, startled. I couldn't take my eyes off of the burnt tree.
But what really startled me was when I realized the man was right. He said the tree would burn tonight, and it did.
All of a sudden, the tears came falling. I ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I wiped the tears away and looked up.
My eyes met a note sitting on my bed. I picked it up.
'I warned you.' The note read.
My body went numb.
I was chatting on cam with my girlfriend on a dark, chilly night.
"Hey, I'll be right back." I told her.
"Ok." she replied.
I got up from my chair and headed towards my bathroom. When I got back, I noticed her webcam was turned off.
"Abbie? You there?" I asked. No response. A few minutes later, a message appeared in the chat with a link. I clicked the link, and what popped up startled me.
It was a picture of my room while I was gone, snapped by Abbie. Immediately, my eyes turned directly to the object on my bed.
It was a teddy bear. An old, tore up teddy bear that appeared to have been dug up from an attic. It sat straight up on my bed comfortably, it's brown fake fur covered in dust and spots of red. Half of it's right ear was missing and the other completely gone. The details that stood out to me the most, though, were it's eyes; they were both glowing red.
'I don't own a teddy bear', I thought, and when I turned my chair around, my bed was clear from any stuffed animals.
I rotated back to the picture and shock shot me in the face. The teddy bear was gone. It disappeared from the image. 'What happened to it? How did it disappear from the picture?', I thought. My shock was then interrupted by a tap. I turned back around towards my bed.
"Hello, heart. How are you?" I heard before I blacked out from the pain and blood loss.
I live in a neighborhood where everyone is pretty much isolated. So isolated that I sometimes feel like I inhabit a ghost town; you hardly see anyone outside unless there's an emergency, and there are at least 12 houses on my street. I don't know anyone.
Well, except this old lady named Mrs. Young that lived next door to me.
While I didn't know her very well, Mrs. Young was the only person I saw in the morning while going to school. She always greeted me and told me to have a good day. Then while walking home from school, she offered me cookies that she always had pre-prepared in a plastic quart. She did this enjoyable routine for about 6 years.
It all ended last year when her son showed up.
Last November, while walking home from school, I saw a man walking out of the old sweet lady's residence.
"Hey, is everything alright?" I asked the pale man.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely. I was just taking pictures of this house for a family reunion." he replied.
"Yes. This used to be my mom's house a long time ago. About 12 years ago, she was transported to a nursing home. She died 6 years later. The house has been abandoned since. I'm taking pictures of it for an album for the reunion."
"Wait... abandoned? But what about that lady... Mrs. Young, I think?"
"Yeah, that was my mother. She died six years ago." he replied. I froze up.
"But... I just talked to her yesterday... gray hair in a bun, big round glasses, always wore a dress?"
"Sorry, but she's been dead for six years. This house has been abandoned for 12. Only I have access to it. Now if you excuse me, I have a reunion to arrange." he said before walking to his truck. I stood in my place, too shocked to move. A minute later, I ran to my house.
I never went by that house again.
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