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ramen-naruto:

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THE VOICES
I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 
I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.
At first it’s soft.
"Please help me."
I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.
“PLEASE. PLEASE.”
It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.
“COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.”
I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.
“PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”
I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.
"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."
My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. She says:
"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late but I’m hearing the voices again."
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Holy plot twist

Dude that gave me goosebumps!

visualeyesed:

ramen-naruto:

sixpenceee:

THE VOICES

I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 

I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.

At first it’s soft.

"Please help me."

I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.

PLEASE. PLEASE.

It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.

COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.

I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.

PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”

I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.

"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."

My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. She says:

"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late but I’m hearing the voices again."

You may also like: THE BOY WHO LOVED TO READ & THE GIRL IN THE PHOTOGRAPH

Holy plot twist

Dude that gave me goosebumps!

imissnepeta

e-zekiel:

okay so today I was at the mall and this girl walking in front of me and tripped and fell and instead of helping her up like a normal person would- I decided to make her feel less embarrassed and fall down too

but I guess another guy had the same idea because we fell at the same time

and then another person fell

and another

and suddenly I was lying in the middle of an impromptu fainting mob and a lot of people were shouting

and the girl who’d originally fallen looked so fucking happy

yourvoiceisaweapon

"Charmander char char."

fablepaint:

clintpereira:

So, I was looking at a baby charmander art and was thinking, “They can’t have that flame tail in the egg, can they?” I mean, it’s possible that the flame develops when they’re ready to hatch. But then, what if instead the mother or father has to light the charmander’s tail when they’re first born?

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