

The VisitorINTRO Narrator: Meet Judy Warren, a typical teenage girl, whos about to face a terrifying experience. Shes seventeen years old, and shes lived with her uncle ever since her fathers death seven years ago. Well tonight, shes about to get some answers about that fateful night. Tonight shell be receiving a visitor whos come a very long way to see her; a visitor from the farthest reaches of the Twilight Zone. FADE Narrator: Its four in the morning, and Judy lies sound asleep in her bed. Everything around her is immersed in darkness, save for a thin line of moonlight that creeps in fThe Visitor


Groceries in Hand....Groceries in hand, I step from the market doorway out into the crisp, pleasant chill of the night. What had compelled me to run out for a carton of milk at two in the morning, I couldnt say for sure, but it was the same something that had kept me awake in bed for the last three hours, tossing about fitfully before finally throwing off the stifling covers and snatching my keys from the dresser before striding out the door. The same something that made me feel as if I was being suffocated in my own house, made me feel as though I needed to escape into the night. Oh, who am I kidding? I know exactly what it was that was keepingGroceries in Hand....


FearYou know, I could never understand how Christmas could be ones favorite holiday. Dont get me wrong, the presents and the goodwill towards man are all fine and dandy, but in my humble and indisputably right opinion, Halloween is the day to celebrate. I mean, the leaves are changing, the nights get long and cool, and the Sci-Fi Channels airing horror movie specials all day long. And, naturally, that means that you can usually find me glued to the TV set at all hours of the day, drowning my real life concerns with an unhealthy dose of haunted houses, supernatural monsters, and shotgun-toting heroes. But as much as IFear


Montfaucon, Chapter II. I can still recall, with great effort, the very first time I laid eyes on the dreaded gallows at Montfaucon. And when I say with great effort, I do not mean that my memory has begun to fail me in my old age. No, every tiny detail of that night has been forever etched into my mind with frightfully vivid accuracy. I only wish that I could forget, for each and every time I remember I am forced to relive the events of that terrible day, and the unspeakable consequences of my selfish actions. It was a clear, cool autumn night, and I was riding east from Paris toward Germany to meet a client. I remember I was in a great hurry, and haMontfaucon, Chapter I
How's life going for you?
OH guess what! I met Stan Lee! Twice!!
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Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. --John Lennon
My nice, easygoing nature is getting fucking testy. --Sheriff Bill Pardy
See you in class?
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I will not die, I'll wait here for you/I feel alive, when you're beside me/I will not die, I'll wait here for you/In my time of dying." - Three Days Grace "Time of Dying"
I am Alice Cullen in dA's ~Claimers-Club.
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Mada yume o miteru,
Me o mite, me o mite,
itsu aeru?
every day, every night, omoitsuku kotoba de,
chirakatta mama no kimochi o ima sugu.
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"SOMEONE'S BEING ATTACKED BY A PLATYPUS-BEAR!!" *0*
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Let my words become weapons of distraction,
And burn like moths for their attraction.
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