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It's time for Good Idea Bad Idea Good Idea Eat a cookie. In a house. Choppy: (eats a cookie) mmm yummy. Bad Idea Eat a poison cookie. In Hill residence. Hank: oooh a purple cookie. He eats it, chokes and dies. Nelson: haha. The End.

 “A hundred years!?” the four remarked in astonishment.  “Yep . .” Georgie replied. “But I helped the time to pass by singing, exploring, playing with the animals, and painting. Speaking of paints, I am a little familiar with the range of colors due to my artistic endeavors. Tangie, you look more like a vermillion than a tangerine . . and Esther, Periwinkle is usually associated with blue, though it can also refer to purple . .”   “That’s true,” remarked Tangie. “But tangerines do not always have the same hue, and while I could have had the name “Vermie”, my stepmother preferred the meaning of “Tangela” over the meaning of Vermie.”   Oh . . I get it.” said Georgie.  “Periwinkle is my last name, your parents always give you their last name.”   “Oh that’s right!” remarked Georgie. “Hee hee! . . Silly me!”   “Heh, that’s okay! We all make silly mistakes sometimes! It’s actually my mother’s last name. I’d prefer not to explain why though . .”   “True! Oh okay, no need to explain if you’d

"Notes" for (almost, ending) series (Just a few left to go!): Mother’s name is: Mathilda Sylvester (Last name by his father) -Born in 1919 -Had Josh at age 21 (1940) -During WW2 Oldest to youngest of children: -”Josh Anderson” Nivaldo Sylvester (1940) -Edith Sylvester (1943) -Floris Sylvester (1955) -”Shay Anderson” Emilia Sylvester (1960) -Father’s name is Gunter Sylvester, he was born on 1917 ____________________________________ Diagnosed mental illnesses throughout the family generation (Mainly on the mother’s side, but some are with the dad’s side of family too): -Cannibalism -Bipolar -Anti social personality -psychopathy -schizophrenia -depression -heart diseases -anxiety -arthritis -sociopaths basically ____________________________________ Concept/Description (1939-1940s): In the dark house. Kitchen, pots and pans are placed in the oven, and the dishwasher as storage since both the oven and dishwasher weren’t used as much. Jars sometimes filled with jam, other times

Evil Weevil Muriel is driving the truck home when suddenly a huge bug smashed into the windshield and Courage screamed. SPLAT! Courage: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Francesca: It's the Jeeves Weevil! The truck got him off and they stopped to see if he was all right. Muriel: Oh my. Weevil: Hello. Francesca: Jeeves Weevil. You're looking well. Bai Tza: You know this guy Francesca? Courage: Know him? He tried to suck out all of Muriel's blood! Lincoln: Is he like a vampire? Earth: Weevil's aren't like that. They usually eat plants. Laney: So this one is a carnivorous. Weevil: Actually my dear I'm Omnivorous. Laney: Oh. Courage: We had this weevil at our farm before and he sucked the farmer dry and we turned him into soil. Lana: Weird. Courage: Yeah. I challenged him to a contest. Weevil: Ah yes I remember that. We had a contest to decided who can eat the most awful food. We ate boiled broccoli and old rancid boiled broccoli. Everyone: EEWWW! Lana: Cool. Laney: Only you would like a contest like

It starts with all of us having a camping trip in the woods outside of New York City.  Me: Nothing like going on a camping trip to unwind and bond with nature.  Lincoln: You said it buddy. Linka: This is the life. Rita II was crying. Lily: Oh what's wrong little sis? Are you afraid of the stuff out here? The fire went out. Me: Uh oh. The fire went out. Rachel: I got this.  Rachel fired a sound beam and relit the fire. Leni: That's totes better.  Lori: It literally is. Blossom: I can't quite put my finger on it but I think we've been here before. Varie: How so Blossom? Blossom: I don't know. Bubbles: Me neither. Me: Well you'll think of it eventually. The next morning we woke up in our tents and got up and got some fresh air. Me: What a great night. I love the beauty of nature. Lily: Me too. Lana: I love camping outside. Lola: It's beautiful isn't it? Suddenly we heard a gunshot. BANG! Me: Sounds like someone is out hunting. Buttercup: I don't think that was a hunter J.D. Blossom:

NOTE: You should check and read this story called "Charlie Brown's Gone Missing!" first before you read this short story. https://www.deviantart.com/teamtaitodoodlebob/gallery/94426133/charlie-brown-s-gone-missing A Peanuts: The Teenage Years Short Story Created by @ArthurEngine (One cloudy day before the rain started, both Luke and Odette are teenagers and both Leslie and Alden are still young children before they became teenagers, too. Luke and Odette's already relaxed in this nice little bridge under the pond at the park in Sparkyville.) (Odette were still sad that she remembered the tragedy about her mother and father, Rachael and Martin years ago.) Odette: *sad sigh* Luke: Odette, What's wrong? Why you are so sad. Odette: Because... *sniff* I remember the tragedy took place where my mother and father didn't survive years ago? Luke: So did I, Odette. But please, Can you tell me a tragic story that she made years ago. Odette: *sigh* Yes, Luke. *sniff* (Then, Odette explain and

(Evenfall quick link) If the Greens were throwing a party, you’d be silly to think anyone would pass up the invite. Combine the Greens hosting with the season’s wonderful weather made for one excitement-filled night, as everyone was able to join the festivities and get into the spirit of Halloween.  The happy-go-lucky family had all brought their own fun to the party; they’d set up quite a few decorations along the clearing below the treehouse, with string lights and jack-o’-lanterns casting a warm glow along the wooden boards. Streamers fluttered with the leaves and tablecloths were anchored down dutifully by an exuberant Neon. There were a few fake gravestones planted here and there, but the cobwebs were very much real thanks to Gourdy’s bravery in the caverns. She had even roped Gourdy into carving more pumpkins for their guests to witness her artwork. Neon also roped everyone into showing up in their own handcrafted costumes. The Greens had taken liberty to come up with both

I fell in love a time or two, or three times on the way. The first was bad, the second worse; the third just couldn't stay. In my heart I hold them, dear; am very glad their graves are near. One, Two, and Three will always be the ones I loved the most. But, number Four, my dear, you, too, I fear must now become a ghost. ~Holly (Alan Poe)

so, this whole time I called Pocomoke, my Hometown, a “Soon-To-Be-Ghost-Town” and that’s because it is, abandoned buildings, empty lots, buildings shutdown, dull, dirty, I was hating on it, whenever someone talks about Pocomoke they always say things that are not in Pocomoke like BITCH I SAID POCOMOKE! NOT DELAWARE OR SALISBURY! And the only thing that makes Pocomoke famous is the fact that no one can drive, you can’t road rage here, it’s the only place where even the air doesn’t smell clean, known for it’s confusion of Town and City, and “Friendliest Town” is now a town of gunshots. But boy was I wrong. There’s more things that makes Pocomoke famous. . .to drive people away, let me name some. Goatman Cellar House The School Bus Rumor on Old Furnace Ball Of Fire Drowned Ghost Black Water Haunted Forest Haunted River Furnace Town The Heavy & Cursed Bible The Sea-Captain & His Family Haunting The Forest Hook Man The Classic Urban Legend of the Boyfriend’s Death (I think that’s the most

Evil Weevil Muriel is driving the truck home when suddenly a huge bug smashed into the windshield and Courage screamed. SPLAT! Courage: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Francesca: It's the Jeeves Weevil! The truck got him off and they stopped to see if he was all right. Muriel: Oh my. Weevil: Hello. Francesca: Jeeves Weevil. You're looking well. Bai Tza: You know this guy Francesca? Courage: Know him? He tried to suck out all of Muriel's blood! Lincoln: Is he like a vampire? Earth: Weevil's aren't like that. They usually eat plants. Laney: So this one is a carnivorous. Weevil: Actually my dear I'm Omnivorous. Laney: Oh. Courage: We had this weevil at our farm before and he sucked the farmer dry and we turned him into soil. Lana: Weird. Courage: Yeah. I challenged him to a contest. Weevil: Ah yes I remember that. We had a contest to decided who can eat the most awful food. We ate boiled broccoli and old rancid boiled broccoli. Everyone: EEWWW! Lana: Cool. Laney: Only you would like a contest like

“I dunno if this is such a good idea”. “Oh, come on Mel! Don’t be such a scaredy-cat!” “I’m not a scaredy-cat! I just think it's a stupid idea to parade straight into a haunted, abandoned house!” “Then you’re a chicken, BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK!!!” “Knock it off Sophie, I’m not a chicken!” “Yes, you are, BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK!!!” “I SAID KNOCK IT OFF!!!” The two thirteen-year-olds, Melvin Karlsenberg and Sophia McCraner, stood in front of the large, eerie, and deeply unsettling abandoned pancakehouse which was located at 5 Juniper Thistle Street which in turn was located in their hometown, Emerald Corners, Wisconsin. Back in the day, 1974 to be exact, this particular pancakehouse had been the pancake house where they served the best pancakes in the entire American Midwest. The pancake house was very popular, especially among all the children who lived in Emerald Corners, it had also been popular with presteens and teenagers. Unfortunately, a terrible shooting

Pieper shifted around, adjusting her bedding and leaf-shaped stuffie. There, much better. She settled back down and closed her eyes. Not five minutes later she opened them again, biting back a frustrated growl. No, not better. She repeated the process twice more before giving up. Looks like it’s going to be one of those nights. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around the Dens. Just about every nest houses a sleeping cat. Sprawled out or curled up; clustered together or on their own; completely still or somewhat twitchy; snoring or silent. All of them had found their way to dreamland. Except Pieper. Abandoning her own bed, she instead heads into the Homewoods. Maybe a good walk would help dispel this restless, fidgety energy. If nothing else, it might make her so tired she’ll just drop on the spot. That got a small chuckle out of her, imaging some poor Seeker going for an early morning run and finding her passed out in the middle of the trail, snoozing away. Her wandering eventually

Katrina Jenkins-Jackal flittered to the room where Lovecraft had told her where this Ebenezer Cratchit would be staying at in Bones Manor.  Her phantom form made it easy for her to slip about undetected.  She frowned upon arrival when she realized that their guest of honor was not there.  The open window with its fluttering curtains made it apparent that the sly gnome had made himself scarce the moment he caught a hint of Lovecraft’s arrival. Lovecraft had warned her that this particular gnome had a sixth sense of knowing peculiar things.  Whether it be when visitors or unexpected guests were arriving before anyone knew, or able to predictcertain phenomenons before their occurrence. He knew secrets he shouldn’t know about everyone he came into contact with.  Lovecraft suspected those spirits who were attached to Crachit made this possible, but he had never seen spirits that looked or acted the way like the ones who were with Cratchit.  He had told her he had seen five of the six that

Black Mists of Woe: Day Five The Haunted Wood.      The gibbous moon rose over the pitch blackness of fogbound forest that our ill favored taxi had taken us. Its pale light illumined but little. Behind us it revealed a torn ruined delivery van, a Sheriff’s vehicle and a score of other vehicles; all gathered in sinister semi circle over a bloody crime scene. The unspeakable carnage thankfully hidden in shadow.  The farcical Sheriff was gesticulating and boisterously arguing with my roommate Mort about the proclivities of wolverine attacks.   My name is Elias Whately. I had but newly arrived at dark Woe College and I was now caught in an unending series of events of terror. Medea, the curious witch who had shared her taxi with me to the campus, also surveyed the scene and muttering aloud she strode away. “These woods”, she observed, ”are not to be taken lightly. This is the Ylthwode of the Nakarasak Indians - a native tribe known for cannibalism. They dragged their victims in here and

(Shows Zombie Candy is sitting on the grass in this graveyard with the spooky tales book) Zombie Candy/Cancer: Oh let me guess, you wait for the last story for today? (The viewers nodded "yes") Zombie Candy/Cancer: Okay then? here's the last story for today? (she opens to book) (she turned some pages, then stopped at this) Zombie Candy/Cancer: Here's something scary? this one have zombies terrorizing Cartoonia they are from the graveyard? You got it's Graveyard Zombies! (Shows lightning flashes, then shows Evie with Casey, Candy & Newt walking in this cemetary & title says "Graveyard Zombies!") Newt: So Evie, why are we in Cartoonia Graveyard again? Evie: To find some graves will happens in night? Newt: Oh! I see the point? Casey/Capricorn: Hope something bad is happening? Candy/Cancer: Me too? (All searching for something in this graveyard, then a full moon appears so bright, the moonlight hits the graveyard so good) Newt: Whoa! the moonlight from the full moon is so

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A couple days went by after the incident, and Kathryn and the seven men got to learn more about each other. Kathryn learned that there used to be an eighth member of the household. It was an older man who had taken them all in at different times, which is how they all started living together for years. Even when he passed away, the seven men continued to live in the house. As Kathryn was washing her breakfast plate one morning, she saw something jump out of the bushes in the nearby woods. It was another dog, a bull terrier that was patched up with stitches and had nails through his neck. He ran over to the house and stopped at the kitchen window, an envelope in his mouth as he looked up at Kathryn, who smiled at him. “Hey there, little friend.” She says while collecting the letter and putting it on the kitchen counter, earning a happy bark from the dog. Victor comes over and sees the dog, and recognizes him. “Sparky! You’re here early.” The canine barks in response as his tail wagged

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MUSIC BEGINS – haunting and emotional   “Echoes of Our Past”   ALI (singing, sadness swelling): Who am I? I am a longneck who loves the Valley, And the longneck who loves her friends. But this grief is a gravity dragging me down, To the ground. And I don’t know if it’ll ever end.   I ran from the edge, from the roar and the spray, But the flood in my heart never washed away. I saw your faces, brave and true— But all I could feel was the ghost of her too.   MONTAGE – ALI RUNNING THROUGH THE VALLEY   Past the waterfall where she nearly drowned. Through the meadow where she once played with her mother. Into the shadowed woods, where light flickers through the canopy   ALI: The falls were loud, but not as loud As the silence she left in the shroud. I remember the cries, the chase, the end— And I still flinch when I call someone “friend.”   FLASHES OF MEMORY – HER MOTHER’S SMILE, HER HERD’S PANIC, THE ROCKSLIDE   ALI: I’m not made of stone, I’m not made of flight, I’m stitched from shadows