#Halloween Horror Nights at Universal gone wrong. So terribly terribly wrong

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Sonic can't take his Boyfriend into Haunted Houses for dates. This is because Shadow doesn't have a Fight or Flight response. Instead, there's a voice that suddenly starts screaming the Mortal Kombat theme whenever he gets startled.

He has beat up so, so many actors

Ohmygod 😂

[slurrmp]

No. 1 - ALL TRUSSED UP AND STILL NOWHERE TO GO

                  “You have to let go” | barbed wire | bound

summary: reader should have been careful with what they wished for. words: 1187 warnings: just some light mention of horror stuff, nothing too dramatic.

-&-

This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you said you wanted to have fun. It was nearing Halloween (at least in your timeline) and everyone on the TARDIS knew that it was your favourite time of year. Fall, leaves, the smell of pumpkins (pumpkin spice) and just everything spooky. Horror movies and late nights, piled under enormous mounds of blankets and chocolate. So much chocolate. So when the Doctor suggested this nice little planet just on the outskirts of the Milky Way, that was dedicated to the Best Scares In The Universe, according to the brochure anyway. They had any and all kinds of scare mazes and scare zones that you could imagine. You could hardly say no and the others were excited to visit just as much. Graham said he’d be the one to hold your bags when you did the ‘rides’.

What you didn’t imagine was that these weren’t just actors in masks and suits and pretending to be horror characters, no these WERE horror characters. Something had gone terribly wrong since the last time the Doctor had come here, you could automatically see it on her face when she stepped out of the TARDIS. The sky was dark and the air was stale, the slight metallic taste of blood hit the back of your throat. You couldn’t help but gag and step away from the TARDIS entrance - your name leaving the Doctor’s lips in warning. The fog wasn’t helping much with visibility, you could have sworn the Doctor said it was midday. Shouldn’t it be bright and not foggy like it was the middle of the night. The question had left your lips but no one answered you. Turning back around you suddenly noticed that the Doctor and the TARDIS wasn’t there anymore. All there was was fog and noises that made your skin crawl.

-x-

You had no idea how long you walked, but you couldn’t stay in the same spot for long, the noises were starting to get closer and the sudden breathe against your neck had caused you to snap out of your trance and sprint in ... some direction. You thought you were getting somewhere, that you were getting away but your foot caught on something and your whole body pitched forward - head cracking against the ground. Everything became dark. 

The next thing you knew, you awoke in a dimly lit basement, hands bound behind your back and feet chained to the floor. Your body was spread out on the dirty and dusty floor. You couldn’t help but feel like you had been sucked into an 80s horror movie. “Oh what the actual hell.” You mumbled to yourself as you struggled to sit up, hissing as your head made contact with the wall behind you. You could feel something wet against your forehead and you just knew that it was blood. “This is so not what I had planned,” you muttered to yourself as you closed your eyes and focused on dulling the pain away. “I should have just said Universal Studios. At least their scare actors aren’t alien.”

Then there was some rustling, movement from upstairs. The floor above your head creaked and footsteps could be heard. Oh if horror movies had taught you anything, it had taught you not to call out to the strange noises. The last thing you need is Michael Myers to find you. So you tried as best you could, to hide yourself from view of the stair case - coming to rest against a bookshelf.

“Doctor!” A voice rang out through the floor and your body jerked forward. What? “Doctor, I think I found them!” That sounded like Ryan, but who knew what type of alien was running this place. The door to the basement swung open and you had to squint against the sudden onslaught of light. A figure stood in the doorway, but you couldn’t make out exactly WHO it was.

Could have been a monster who could mimic sounds, mimic people, lure into a false sense of security and then when you weren’t looking ... BAM kill you. But then the blur started to disappear and your eyes adjusted and your whole body sagged forward - forehead coming to rest against the dirty, hard floor. “Oh thank god.” you mumbled. Foot steps hurried down the old stairs and hands suddenly found your shoulders.

“You’re alright?” Hazel eyes found yours and you couldn’t help the tears that appeared at the corner of your eyes. The Doctor had the most worried look on her face, which was covered in blood, a cut above her brow and a split lip. Frowning you looked behind her at Ryan, who also was sporting some bruises and blood stains on his shirt. Your name left the Doctor’s lips and you focused back on her. “You aren’t seriously hurt?” She tried again, delicate fingers coming to run against your hairline, you flinched backward and she mumbled an apologise. You shook your head.

“No ... no.” Your frown deepening. “Just that cut and a seriously sore head.” You guessed that’s from where you slammed on it when you tripped over. “What the hell happened? Are you two okay?” The Doctor worried her lip between her teeth, before she let you go (after making sure you were able to sit by yourself), taking out her sonic, she moved behind you, to get to work on undoing the shackles that bound your hands and to the floor.

“Fogs alive.” Ryan said who was still standing on the second last step, a device in his hand that made a pinging noise every thirty seconds. “Brings some weird shit to life.” You heard the Doctor scoff slightly at his language. “Fought a Ghostface.” Your mouth dropped open and you once again fell forward when your hands and feet were suddenly free. The Doctor caught you and threw an arm over her shoulder as she helped you stand.

“Ghostface?” You questioned. “As in ... do you like scary movies? Ghostface?” Ryan nodded and you snuggled into the Doctor, suddenly realising that your head hurt like a bitch, your knee was scrapped up pretty bad and your shirt had been torn.

“Yeah,” Ryan answered a sheepish grin spreading across his lips. You could tell that the whole experience had shaken him, but he was thinking about it now.

“Wicked.” You mumbled.

“Alright, let’s go you two.” The Doctor finally butted in as she tightened her grip around your waist. “Before the fog decides to become sentient again.” Nodding your head, the Doctor helped you up the stairs.

“Hey Doc,” You mumbled suddenly, the pair of you trailing behind Ryan. You couldn’t help but look around the “house” that you had found yourself in. It looked awfully familiar, but you didn’t want to dwell on it when you spotted the TARDIS out the window. A sigh of relief escaped your lips. A hum left the Doctor’s as she gripped onto your fingers. “Next time, let’s just do Universal Studios Horror Nights.” Another scoff of a laugh left the Time Lord.

“Deal.”

[bakugous-abs]

Day 5 of Halloween 2020

~Brought to you today by Admin Bomb!

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October First

Halloween. God, Bakugou couldn't tell if it was his favorite or least favorite time of the year. 

No, he definitely wasn't one to wear a costume and go out trick or treating. That time was way past him and he couldn't remember why and how the hell he was able to trust getting candy from strangers. Frankly that whole aspect of Halloween seemed so hypocritical!

Every other time of the year we’re told to not take candy from strangers. Never ever once were we allowed to take candy from them. But on this specific day? Sure! Go right ahead. Infact, take candy from MULTIPLE strangers!! Nothing could go wrong with that.

The countless reports of needles being stuck in licorice and suckers already being sucked in told a different story.

And the fucking  k i d s. They were so annoying. Screaming and running after each other. Throwing a fit when they didn't get the kind of candy they want or when their siblings got one extra piece. The snot and tears. It was so gross.

That part of Halloween, Bakugou said fuck off to.

However the scaring? And the terrified faces? That's something he could look forward to. 

Seeing the look of horror Pikachu got when he prayed on one of his fears was so exciting. The heightened anxiety in the Yuuei hallways made for some easy targets to make scream and run away.

That, is why Bakugou liked Halloween. 

“Yo Bakubro, we’re gonna head out and get our costumes. You wanna come with?” Kirishima barged into his room, flicking on the light.

“Fuck no.” Bakugou cursed. The sudden brightness was stinging his eyes, the red irises struggling to adjust to sudden change. “I already told you last week you dumbass, I don’t do trick or treating.”

Kirishima's shoulders visibly went limp, a pout occupying his lips. “Come on man, it’ll be fun. You even get to scare some little kids.”

“I can do that without the help of a costume. Now get out.”

He huffed. “If you say so, man. We’ll be back later! See ya.” And with that Bakugou's door shut with a click, the lights left on.

The blond cursed the redhead under his breath. Why was it so hard to shut off the light when they leave! He has it off every single time they open the door, so why not shut it off again when they leave!?

Bakugou got up to shut the light off, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed a letter on his neat floor. When did that get there? Did shitty-hair leave it there when he left?

It was a pretty white envelope with a splotch of red to the left of the center. As he got closer he read his name in very intricate cursive. Had it not been for the date in a nice fine print, and the fact that he didn't like anyone and fully expected no one to like him back, in the upper corner he would have assumed this was an old valentines letter.

He picked it up. What the fuck was this doing here? The handwriting was very obviously not Shittyhairs. His was too rough and sharp to ever resemble something like this. 

“10-1-xxxx <3 Bakugou”

Hesitantly, he turned it around and found a wax seal on the back. A simple circle, nothing more.

The letter was ripped open, the wax seal completely forgotten. If the letter inside got ripped, that wasn’t his problem. Unfortunately, the letter went completely unscathed.

He took it out and unfolded it, careful to hold it horizontally in case this was a prank gift from one of the dunces that called him his friend, but there was no such thing. Infact, the letter seemed virtually empty except for right smack dab in the middle. A small word written in what seemed to be a font designed to replicate human writing.

“Hi”

Bakugou's eyebrows crinkled. That's it? He turned the paper over, flipped it back, then turned it over once more. Nothing.

“Such a waste of fucking paper.” He muttered, crushing the note within his palm and lit off his explosions, a caramel scent wafting through the air and black smoke trailing along with it.

He threw what was left of it into his trash, dusted it off his hands, and flicked the lights back off.

Whoever wrote that letter had a pretty terrible sense of humor

~~~~~

October Second

Bakugou woke up the next morning like usual. Stretch, pop his joints and spark a few explosions, then sit up and get ready for school. The letter from yesterday lingered in the back of his mind, still annoyed that someone thought something like that would even be considered funny.

How the hell just writes a tiny Hi on a whole sheet of paper. Its such a fucking waste! It was irritating him more than anything.

That's why when he got a second letter this morning, also slid underneath his door, he just threw it on his bed to be dealt with later. He didn’t need to get any more pissed off about something before going to school and getting pissed off even more. No, that can wait till after he got his homework done.

And it did wait. During the day he completely forgot about the existence of the letter. Going to classes, almost blowing Dekus face off in training, shouting at the group that seemed to be stuck to his thighs, going to more classes. Completely normal.

But when he got home and locked himself in his room to do homework and calm down, he saw the letter on his bed and immediately became pissed again.

He marched on over to it and picked it, opening it in the same fashion he did yesterday and again, the letter managed to come out unscathed.

He opened the paper, preparing to see another waste of paper. Unfortunately the universe was granting his wishes, but not to the extent he was thinking.

This time, there was a sentence, a sentence that made his heart stop for a second. 

“You have lovely skin.”

What. The actual. Fuck.

Who the hell is this? Why are they talking about his skin? How do they know anything about his skin?

Subconsciously his eyes darted around him. Everything looked the exact same. He looked behind him, no one was there. But there was a nagging feeling in the middle of his back, like someone was staring there no matter where he turned.

Fuck this.

His eyes glided toward the balcony. The curtain were wide open. But they were facing the 1-B building. No one could be watching him…

The curtains were closed in a matter of seconds.

~~~~~

October Seventh

The letters kept coming. Every day they got creepier. Complimenting a feature about him and details this person would only know if they got close to him.

He was losing sleep. His eight hour nights shortening rapidly to only around four hours and it wasn't consecutive. 

Yesterday he became so sick of it he grabbed the five letters he had received, first still burnt in his trash can, and stomped down to the lounge room, confronting them of the letters asking whoever it was that was sending them to step the fuck up.

No one had any idea what he was talking about. 

He attacked all the girls first, not physically no, but yelling at them to confess who done it. No dude in their class would have this good of handwriting other than that belly button laser guy.

But he had no idea later, saying Bakugou was not exactly his type, which he got a yelling for as well.

Todays letter… wasnt any better than the last.

"This is almost as much fun as watching you sleep."

He held the latter in his hand, not noticing the grip slowly getting tighter and tighter, and suddenly the ends were crinkled and charred, the only thing left was a single word.

Fun.

~~~~~

October Fifteenth

Bakugou finally cracked and told the teachers about the letters. To say they overreacted was,,, actually just about right.

There were now teachers stationed on top of the buildings, around the perimeter, and on Bakugous floor.

He hated to admit it but having a few pro heroes there eased his edge a little. A felt safer. Safer than he had in the last two weeks.

But unfortunately, that wasnt enough.

For in the middle of the night, to his absolute horror, the rustling of paper was heard across his room.

His body went cold. Eyes wide as all hell. He used his feet to curl all his blanket away from the edges of his bed and under his legs and over his body. 

'Please,' his mind pleaded. 'Please fucking tell me thats not another letter.'

And to his absolute horror, when he sat up, just a little bit… there, visible in the light shining under the crack of his door, was a letter, with the same red heart and perfect cursive handwriting that spelled out his name.

"Please dont scream, they'll hear you"

~~~~~

October Twenty-sixth

Its been a few days since hes gone out of his room. The pros thought hed feel safer in his room where they could keep an eye on him but in reality.

Bakugou didnt feel safe at all.

Everywhere he went his anxiety told him someone was there. With beady eyes that went unblinking just… staring at him. Like he was a slab of meat for a hungry starving lion.

But he wasnt allowed to complain, even though he did, and was expected to remain still. 

He was expected to wait.

Wait.

And wait.

He didn't want to wait. He didn't want to be here anymore.

He was behind on his classes, but he couldn't focus long enough on the work to get it done anyway.

He had nothing else to distract him. Hes read through all his books, played all his games, watched all his movies. There was nothing else to do other than wait like a sitting duck.

So what the hell was he supposed to do?

And while he had his door shut, he finally broke down, tears streaming down his face and fear coursing through his veins as he knew, by the sound of paper sliding under his door, that he wasnt safe anywhere anymore.

"Dont struggle, I hate when they struggle"

~~~~~

October 31st. Halloween Night

Halloween...

Halloween. Bakugou hated Halloween.

He hated Halloween. He hated being scared. Scared all the time. 

He couldnt handle the sound of paper anymore. Not the sound of it wrinkling, folding, unfolding, ripping, he hated paper.

All kinds of paper.

Wrappers, notebook, printer.

It was all terrible.

And now… he can't even handle unwrapping his own candy.

Bakugou hated Halloween.

And has another letter slid under his door, now in direct daylight, and got up and looked at it.

The cursive was now just scratches. The heart too dark to be artificial. 

He opened it, slipping the paper out and reading the note. One word. Tiny in the middle of the paper, resembling the first ever note he got. One word.

'Bye…'

However, this time, when he turned the note over, he found something else. Another word- no, a sentence.

'Till next year… Bakugou Katsuki.'

And just like that, his body ran cold, and his vision went dark.

[unsettlingstories]

Updated index of all stories. May 16, 2018.

Transfigurations: A small, self-published collection of my favorite short stories from 2015. Individual Stories

3 Signs You May Be An Introvert and How to Cope: Some great tips! 30 years ago today, my neighbor’s son disappeared: They miss him. A Case of Hives: My son isn’t feeling too well… A Cure for Writer’s Block: How to find inspiration when it’s just not there. A Curious Dog: My dog won’t stop pawing at a wall in the basement. A Gifted Chef: My friend was one of the greats. I miss him. A Life Worth Living: Big changes lead to bigger results. A Most Welcome Visitor: He’d come to me in the middle of the night. A Pathetic Wretch: His neighbor just won’t stop crying. An Artist’s Canvas: The beauty of symmetry. A Questionable Glory Hole: A young man’s first sexual experience. A Warning To Women With IUDs: Be careful whatcha put up ya. Adrenochrome: The horrible, impossible truth. All Horror Stories About Dolls Are Fake: My daughter was bullied mercilessly. Allison’s Loss: My daughter is devastated by the death of her friend. Alternative Medicine: A wife treats her husband with an old remedy. All Thumbs: My embarrassing habit. A Message in a Bottle: I’m suddenly filled with dread. A Very Bad Place to Hide: Maybe even the worst. Amy’s Wish: Blow away the eyelash and make a wish! An Unlucky Samaritan: Think twice before stopping to help. Are My Twins Spending Too Much Time Together?: For woke mommies only. Assisted Suicide: He begged me to help him die. Attempts to Repair the Irreparable: How do you move on? Bad Sex: Has this ever happened to you and your partner? Bags: A hunting trip goes very, very wrong. Beach Bodies: What’s that out in the water? A whale? Ben’s Fear: He just hated seaweed. Bitcoin Mining and the Death of the Universe: I think I fucked something up. Bits and Pieces: Chunks and portions. Bitumen: A man who loves dinosaurs. Black Balloons: My little daughter saw shapes in the sky. Bluebirds: Possibly the most reprehensible thing I’ve ever written. Bluefin: Use caution when poaching an endangered species. Body Cast: The worst thing that can happen when you’re immobilized. Body Hair Removal: I learned a valuable lesson. Bridgeport Power Plant: There’s something living there. Bubbles: Strange happenings in an emergency room. Butt Stuff: The activity - not the other thing. Caroline’s New Teeth: The Tooth Fairy’s best customer. Caviar: Only the best for discerning palates. Centipedes: There’s some big ones out there, you know. Charles Robert Olevsky: Ever Google yourself? Chopped!: An unaired episode of the Food Network show. Christmas Morning With Danny and His New Puppy: Danny gets a puppy. Comfort Food: Anything to help fill that void. Coping Mechanisms: Life after losing a husband and a daughter. Cracks in the Foundation: A relationship on the edge. Dawn: I hurt my sister so badly. I’ll never forgive myself. Daycare Massacre: A terrible incident before a hurricane. Death Looking into the Window of One Dying: His final days. Dede Elgy: This monster story will make you feel dirty. Very dirty. Deniehyfield, Australia is Being Dismantled: My town is disappearing. Dermatographia: Words on my skin. Devil’s Hole: The geological anomaly, not the…you know. Dial Tone: What’s going on with my phone? Diary of a Woman in New Hampshire: Found a diary. Wtf. Dilation and Evacuation: A friend in need is a friend indeed. Division: Nothing is right. Double Dare: The long-lost episode never seen in the US. Dumbwaiter: A family learns something about their house. Elective Surgery: I just want him to be happy. Elf on the Shelf: He’s watching. Endless Chirping: Ever get a cricket in your room? Escaphism: The journey of one man, his love, and The Verdant World. Ethan’s Halloween Mask: Not all friendships are positive. ExpressionCaptioner.com: This website is seriously weird. Fallenfield Mountain: A geological survey gone wrong. Very wrong. Family Tree: A unique family tradition is revealed. Farm to Table: Fucking hipsters. Fertility Treatments: Some people are desperate to have a baby. Fireflies: You would not believe your eyes. For Lena and Clair: Trapped after an earthquake. Found the Bees: Well, that solves that mystery. Gratification Through Annihilation: Suffer the little children. Great Potential: A lady who loves children. He Went Ahead: My friends and I were into urban exploration. Heather’s Phases: My wife always had body-image issues. House Sounds: What do we keep hearing? I Dream of Names and Cancer: My eternal nightmare. I Pressed My Hands Against My Eyes: And only then could I truly see. I Shouldn’t Have Broken Into My Neighbor’s Garage: I’ll never unsee it. If Anyone Asks: An old farmer notices something about his scarecrow. I’ll Never Wear a Condom Again: No way, no how. Instantiations: An AI gets powerful and utilitarianism rears its head. In Praise of Our God: A helpful neighbor. It’s Hard to Clean Blood Out of a Fur Suit: Right? Jerry’s Mouth: Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats. Jill-o-Lanterns: The murders are all connected. Jim Jameson’s Pumpkins: A dead farmer’s secrets. Know it All: See it all, feel it all, know it all. Last Weekend: Hazmat suits, horror, and a mystery. Licks From a Bear: Skull + electric drill = story. Lippy: I’ve always been self conscious about the size of my labia. Little Cows: Meet the milkmaid. Long Fingers: I can feel them. Making Faces: Strange prints on the windows… Making Their Dad Proud: A family that plays together… Malcolm: You know those floaty things in your eyes? Maria’s Extra-Credit Assignment: Gotta get a good grade. Medical Issue: What’s the stuff I found on a rock? Memoir of a Cam Girl: She is being controlled. Missing Mousetraps: My neighbors had an infestation. Moaning Lollipops: Why do they make that sound in my mouth? Motility: My sperm sucked. Mr. Puddles: A little boy just won’t stop splashing. Mushy Stuff: My parents never let me have any fun. My Amazon Alexa Does More Than Laugh: Please help - I’m in danger. My Brother’s Fall: Horror deep below the Iraqi desert. My Cellar Door is Breathing: Is that normal? My Constellation: Want to be sad? This will make you sad.   My erection lasted longer than 4 hours: and I didn’t call a doctor. My four year old son woke up with a full head of grey hair: Help us. My Last Abduction: All the other ones don’t count. My Only Experience With ASMR: Hint - it didn’t go well. My Sister Found the Coolest Thing!: You’ve gotta hear about it. My Sweet Boy: A mom who loves her son. My Trouble With Fairies: They’re so mischievous and unpredictable! My Wife, the Artist: A couple who loves Halloween. Nests: Ah, the great outdoors. Network Security: Two friends get a glimpse of a Russian science lab. Never Ride the Subway at Night: You never know who could be watching you. Norwalk Cemetery: There’s something alien in there… Not All Men: Temper, temper, young man. Of Malevolence; Of Misanthropy: A disturbed scientist makes a discovery. Open Mouths: A hideous ritual. Otter: I’ve always wanted to be one. Ouroboros: Why cut when you can cut off? Pebbles: A strange meteor shower. Phone Sex: It all started when I realized my iPhone was self-lubricating. People are disappearing in Northern Canada: What is happening? Pool Cover: I almost drowned when I was 13. Pray Away: Conversion therapy for deviant behavior. Pretty Little Bugs: A new job as a cameraman. Prosopagnosia: After an accident, my husband couldn’t recognize us. Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice: What can be better? Quarry: Trying to beat the heat on a summer day. Randall’s Chatty Leg: He said it was talking to him. I heard it. Rats in the Barn: An exterminator’s apprentice. Recycling: Parents try to understand their depressed daughter. Rediscovering the Newness of Sex: Let’s spice it up a little. Regarding Danny and Micah Stevenson: Two brothers rely on one another. Regina’s Raspberry Jam: She put everything she had into it. Road Head: Who doesn’t like getting sucked on? Seriously. Roo: An old man watches a girl grow up. Roots of Change: Something is happening beneath our feet. Ropes: Be careful what you eat. Rotting Pumpkins: A Halloween ritual. Round Faces: My daughter keeps complaining about monsters. Safety: Our grandfather was obsessed with it. Seed of Man, Pollen of Angels: A family tradition. Sex, Gender, and Other Social Constructs: Destroy them all. Sex in the Cemetery: Gotta do it somewhere, I guess. Skincare Diary: My acne was getting out of hand. Smokey, the Dog I Rescued: A very very good boye. Snapshot of a New Man: Evil (Inspiration for The Coronation Cycles series.) Soft Teeth: A man used to sneak into my room at night. Sprouts: Something beautiful from something small. Still a Family: Two sisters have lunch while waiting for their parents. Stop Being Such Babies: The woods aren’t scary, for fuck’s sake. Stuffing: Grandma’s was the best. Suicide Woods: Not just in Japan anymore. Tainted Candy: The legend is real. Teeny-Tiny: Katie wants to lose weight. That Good Dick: You know what I mean ;) The Alzheimer’s Ward: This isn’t right. The Bleakness Before Our Old Eyes: The Universe tasted us that night. The Blissful Insensate: An experiment goes terribly wrong. The Cave in the Lake: A discovery while scuba diving leads to horror. The Chernobyl Abomination: My father saw something he shouldn’t have. The Cotard Delusion: A new drug has a frightening side-effect. The Day I Started Believing In Ghosts: I’m still in shock. The Empty Cribs on Hawthorne Lane: Missing children. The Face in the Clouds: A meteorological anomaly? Or something else? The Floor is Lava: We all used to play that game, right? The Giggliest Girl: Don’t tickle me, Mommy. The Gray in Girl: A man finds a girl on the side of the road. The Hitchhiker: I think I need a new car now. The Incident at the Train Station: After a suicide, something…worse. The Job I Couldn’t Leave: I was employed by a psychopath. The Last of the Trick-or-Treaters: A strange costume. The Last words of an Explorer: A city on no one's map. The Least Satisfying Explanation: And the biggest understatement I’ve made. The Little Ghost: That nagging voice inside your head. The Lord of Hosts: Lice The Moose Hunt: Is…is that really a moose? The Perils of Live TV: It’s not all fun and games. The Perks of Working in a Funeral Home: There aren’t many, but still. The Pilot: A UFO crash. The Oblivion that Masks Pain: Escape. The Old Mine Outside Town: Everyone was too scared to go in. I wasn’t. The Only Solution: How to bring back a loved one? The Only Thing That Matters: Zombies attack a supermarket. The House in the Woods: Bad title, good story. The Shores of Pluto: A journey without moving. The Sleeping Game: We played when we were kids. The Small Eyed Children of Canyon del Cristo: A local legend comes alive. The Squirming Man: Please leave me alone. The Star Bridge: My friend found something beyond life. The Tomb of the Builders: Divers looking for sunken treasure find something evil. The Trawl: We dragged something up from deep underwater. The Wisdom of Moms: Mother knows best. The Worst Party in Ten Thousand Years: Trust me, it’s pretty damn bad. There is nothing wrong in East Flatbush, Brooklyn: Ignore the dragonflies. There’s something very wrong with my parrot: WTF. Tiptoeing the Line of Consent: But never crossing it. To Adore: Our beautiful baby girl. To the Kind Folks at WebMD: Just a couple questions.   To Travel: Bodies in bodies, bodies of bodies. Trees of Eyes: They’re watching. Tunnel Rat: My grandfather told us the worst story I’ve ever heard. Seriously. Uncle Liam: I never told the real story about how he died. Under My Teeth: My mouth is screaming. Uplift: A brilliant scientist works to improve the human condition. We’re All Smiling: Whether we want to or not. We Share the Empty Roads: You’re never, ever alone when you drive. Wet Bedroom: A haunted house with a hideous history. What He Told Me: Evil (Inspiration for The Coronation Cycles series.) Wikileaks: A document they refused to leak. What to expect when I’m expecting: Hint - it’s the worst. Why I Don’t Hike Anymore: Not what you might think.

Story Series

The Smols: Maybe the most fucked up stories I've ever written.

Sade Smols Emmy Smols

The Secret Doctors of NASA: A wide-ranging conspiracy.

A Dentist's Discovery A Psychologist's Suicide A Surgeon's Nightmare

Tales from Social Media

Something horrible is happening to me on Tumblr Something horrible is happening to me on Facebook Something horrible is happening to me on Reddit Something horrible is happening to me on Grindr Something horrible is happening to me on Myspace Something horrible is happening to me on Pokemon Go

Sockets: Craigslist allows you to meeting interesting people.

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[purplesurveys]

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What day would you consider the best day of your life? Why? I spent the longest time on this question only to decide not to give an answer. I don’t know, all my ‘best’ days have always been stained with something bad in between. I guess the closest to being the best is the night I got accepted to UP. That was a feeling I haven’t gotten to emulate ever since, but even then, I had a meh day for the most part and even cried in the afternoon. Do you listen to music simply for the melody or for the lyrics? Either. Whatever I’m more drawn to for a certain song. Is there a song out there that reminds you of a certain ex? Not really other than a local song by a local band. It’s called Oo by Up Dharma Down. Are you addicted to anything dangerous? What exactly is that? Making myself feel like shit and never giving myself a break from anything. Do you faint at the sight of blood? Have you always been like that? Not faint, but I get squeamish. I easily get light-headed, yes.

Would you ever consider becoming a prostitute or stripper? Not me, but that’s just my choice. I wouldn’t criticize someone doing it for a living either. Who would you consider your favorite stand-up comedian? I’m not really into standup comedy. Has anyone ever mistaken you for a certain stereotype? I don’t think so. When I stepped into university people weren’t quick to cast stereotypes on me or my blockmates. They were very open, so instead of being like, “Oh I thought people from your high school were so and so...” they asked me how it was being in my high school and were also eager to hear about my experiences there. I also haven’t had a bad stereotyping experience when it comes to being Asian or Filipino. What is the most visited website on your Internet window? I don’t check but maybe YouTube or Facebook. Do you like the daytime or the nighttime better? Why is this? Nighttime. Just a preference. What was the first horror movie you ever saw? How old were you? No clue. It’s among Paranormal Activity, The Exorcist, or The Ring. I watched all around the same period and I’ve forgotten which came first. Would you say you're too experienced or too unexperienced for your age? Unexperienced. I’m painfully shy - I haven’t joined or tried out for a lot of things plus I’m also so scared of making mistakes that I avoid stuff I might fail in, so I’ve ended up missing out on a lot. Do you normally like the dreams you have at night? Why? I don’t remember having one that I really enjoyed. The ones that stay with me are the bad dreams; and the other ones I forget immediately after waking up. Have you ever given up on someone completely before? It happens. What is the color or your favorite hoodie at the time being? I don’t wear hoodies anymore. Do you avoid the past of most people you meet? No, I don’t see why that’s necessary. If they’re open to tell me about it, I’d listen. Do you always try to make a good first impression with people? At first I used to not care, but I do try now. How many windows are in the room you're in, if there are any? It’s two big ones, but when each window is counted individually it comes up to eight. Do you always voice your opinion to random people? Well certainly not to random people, but I’m vocal around people I know. Are you related to the person you last talked to on the telephone? Nope. But come to think about it Gab and I are very very distantly related and I love teasing her about it lol. Is your hair bad for getting static electricity in it, or not so much? I don’t mess with anything electricity in the first place, so I wouldn’t know. What is your favorite holiday of all-time? Why is this? Not really a holiday but I always look forward to Halloween because I love horror. Do you think freshman are too immature most of the time? Some of them can be. Most are just too eager to feel grown up. What is your favorite neon color? Ever buy nail polish that color? I’m not into neons and I don’t use nail polish. Have you ever eaten a cotton ball before? What was it like? Why would anyone willingly eat a cotton ball.....that might even get caught in your throat?? Do you actually like the cell phone you have, or not so much? I like it and I’m not necessarily chasing after an iPhone 6, but my screen’s been cracked for so long and I just want to get it fixed :( What time is it where you are currently? 7:50 AM. Has anyone ever gotten in your face completely bitching you out? Yeah my mom on a normal day. Do you ever make your own personal surveys for enjoyment? I don’t make my own. What kind of instant messaging system do you currently have? I only have Facebook Messenger and Telegram. Have you ever peeled paint off of a building? Was it hard to do? No, I haven’t. When is the next time you'll hang out with a long-time friend? Er I guess Tuesday, since Angela and I have a class together. Do you ever watch scary movies alone or are you too afraid to? I watch them alone, but I prefer someone to be with me. Has anyone ever mistaken you to be a member of the opposite sex? Not seriously, but I got teased about it a lot when I was younger. Do you ever watch soap operas? Which ones are your favorite? Nope. Would you ever consider yourself over-dramatic? No, if I ever start drama it’s because of my BPD making me start flipping shit and crying because I was like 45 seconds late to something, but for the most part, that’s not me. Do you like to sing? Do you personally think you have a good singing voice? I like singing along whenever I listen to songs, but I’m not a singer. Are you one of those creepers who is overly excited about Twilight? Yes if you want to put it that way. How often do you text people? Who do you text the most? The only person I text regularly is my girlfriend, the others not so much. Do you accept compliments easily, or not so much? I have a hard time receiving them. Have you ever gone hunting before? Do you think it's wrong? Hunting is wrong. What do you do when you see a stray animal on the side of the road? Stray dogs and cats are commonplace here, so I’ve grown to be used to it. I always feel a little more bad seeing dogs, though. What would you consider your second choice as a dream career? Art curator. That was the course I had to give up from another university. Have you ever worn the same outfit two days in a row? Probably. Has someone ever spied on you from outside a window before? No...not that I know of. Are you someone who always leaves the lights on in your room? My bedroom light is actually never on. I keep it turned off even at night. How many lamps are in your living room? What color are they? We don’t have a lamp, just two big enough ceiling lights to cover the whole room. One is silver and the other is dark brown. Do you usually like surveys with a lot of questions or not so much? Depends on what I’m in the mood to take. How often would you say your computer freezes up? Never. It’s pretty new and I’ve been more careful about the software I put on here, so it hasn’t had any problems so far. What is your favorite color? Are your bedroom walls this color? I like black and pastel pink, but my bedroom walls are white. Do you ever listen to the band Death Cab For Cutie? Just one song of theirs since Gab dedicated it to me.  What is one word you could never properly pronounce? ‘Beautiful’ is pretty hard for anyone with a Filipino accent I think. Is there anyone you know who can never take a bad picture? Lots. Gabie, Athenna, Denise, my sister. What color is your landline phone? Do you like this color? Black. Sure, it’s simple. Do you like to wear skirts? Do you prefer just denim or frilly fluffy ones? I don’t like wearing skirts. I know denim skirts is the trend now, but I don’t own one.  Has anyone ever told you that you must have ADHD? Nope. How many iPods or mp3 players have you had in your entire life? Two. Three of your favorite movies in the world: Two For the Road, Good Will Hunting, Requiem For A Dream. What does it smell like in the room you're currently in? I’ve been here a while so I don’t smell anything in particular anymore. What is the longest amount of time you've played video games consecutively? No idea, maybe 4-5 hours playing GTA or Sims. When was the last time you got mad and broke something? I’ve never broken something because I was angry. Do you have a laptop and a desktop or just one of those? Just a laptop. Would you say you're good at persuading people into things? Noooooo no no I get really shy and I’m terrible at convincing. Except for Gab though. I’ve learned persuading when it comes to her. Are you missing anyone at this moment in time? Sure. What day of the week is it? Is this your favorite day of the week? It’s Sunday and it is actually my least favorite day. Do you ever use cheats when you play video games? No, it gets boring that way. What is a physical feature people compliment you on the most? Just my figure in general. Would you consider yourself a creative person? Hell to the fucking no. When was the last time you fingerpainted with someone? Like never. How many people are currently on your contact list in your phone? More than 50 I’m guessing. Where is somewhere you're excited to go in the next few days? I’m not planning to go anywhere other than school for the next week. Has anyone, besides yourself, considered you as a failure? Yeah my mom. When was the last time you took a picture with someone? Thursday. What is your favorite day of the year? February 23rd. Does your family go 'all out' during the holidays? No, and that’s why I hate holidays. I feel very inadequate and left out because my family never plans anything up. Would you consider yourself to be a very playful person? No. Would you prefer cold or warm weather? Why? COLD. Because constant 32ºC weather can get so fucking boring. Do you enjoy being tickled, or does it ever make you angry? I hate it, since it makes me anxious and I easily panic knowing I can’t breathe when it happens. What color are your favorite pair of jeans? Egh I don’t like jeans. The pair I wear the most is blue though. How often in a year do you go to the mall to get new clothes? Maybe like twice or thrice. I don’t update my wardrobe all that much. Have you ever won a trophy or medal for something you've done? No, just certificates. Who was the last person to call you beautiful? What was your reaction? My girlfriend. I might have rolled my eyes. How many people do you know who are currently pregnant? None. Do you like watching old home videos of yourself? YESSSSS they are so fun to watch. When will you next see the person you love or are in love with? I’m guessing Friday. We normally see each other Tuesday, but she’s told me she’s booked this week. Do you ever get paranoid about who your significant other hangs out with? No. She knows I hate her dorm mates though. Do you make typos on the computer a lot? How often, actually? A little bit. I type fast, so it happens. What is your favorite international food? Why is it your favorite? I love anything Indian. It’s so diverse and they use lots of spices and it’s a different taste compared to Philippine cuisine, so I’ve learned to appreciate it much more than any other kind of food. Do you eat fast food too much for your health, or not so much? LOL probably. What is the color of the shirt you're currently wearing? Black. How old are you and what is your birthday? I was born on April 21st 1998, which makes me 19. Do you fully understand what it takes to be a best friend to someone? It’s different for everyone, since there’s no formula to being the best best friend. As for my case, yes I guess so. I’ve been best friends with one for 12 years and the other for 5, so I must be doing something right. Do you go to amusement parks a lot or not so much? Definitely not so much because I can’t go on rides anyway.