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Published: January 7, 2009
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I drew on eggs again...

















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Centaur71's avatar
GOD, HOW I WISH I'D DONE THIS YEARS AGO!!!  :-)
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left egg is gon raped Fliptableplz 
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dealino's avatar
silly eggs
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If you’re reading this, then you’ve already started the chain reaction and there’s no going back. The events I am about to warn you about will definitely unfold, even if you close this email now. The best thing you can do now is read on and carefully follow my instructions.


The reason this is happening to you is unfair, but it’s beyond anyone’s control. This all started because of Jessica Brown. Jessica Brown lived in southern Louisiana on the shores of Lake Catherine. She lived with her mother and father and next door to her uncle. The house she lived in had a small cellar with various odd items—tools, cans of tomato paste, old furniture. It was ordinary in every way except that once a year, every year, on the very same day as the year before, a blinding blue light would flash from the cellar. The family had never been able to figure out what caused the light and had grown accustomed to it, until one year the flash damaged little Jessica’s vision.


Her parents called an electrician, who showed up and looked at the wiring in the cellar. He said that everything looked fine, as it always did. He told Jessica’s parents that he’s been checking that same cellar the last 40 years, as long as he’d been an electrician. Every family that lives there would call him about the blue light. He finally admitted that the head electrician before him went to that house 40 years ago and died from a surge of electricity that charged through him and flooded the house with a flash of blue light.


Every year, on that same date, the bright blue light flashed, but it had never harmed anyone before.


The family tried to move on with their lives and tell themselves the electrician was just a booze hound making up stories since he didn’t know what was wrong with the wiring in the cellar. One day, Jessica’s mother was cooking and asked little Jessica to grab a few cans from the cellar. Jessica obliged. Her mother heard the little pitter patter of Jessica’s footsteps going down the cellar stairs and then, strangely, the cellar door slammed shut. It was odd, but Jessica’s mother assumed it was a gust of wind and continued chopping onions.


Jessica’s mother jumped and dropped her knife at the sound of her daughter’s bloodcurdling scream. She yelled for her husband, and they pulled and pulled on the door until it flew open. Across the room, just beneath a little window with moonlight shining on her, stood little Jessica. Her mother called out to her, and Jessica slowly walked toward the door.


Her parents looked at her bewildered, searching her little face for an explanation. All the blood had drained from her face, and her knuckles were scraped and splintered.


“I saw a man, and he stood this high off the ground,” said Jessica, gesturing a flat palm about two feet off the ground. “It was like he was there, but he wasn’t there.”


Her parents stared nervously at the cellar door.


“He looked at me, and he hated me,” she said in a tone far too serious for her six years of age.

Her parents were shaken but told Jessica that it was dark and her eyes were playing tricks on her. They bolted the cellar door shut, hung a curtain over it, and placed a large bookshelf in front of it. But, every night after that, her parents would wake to the deafeningly loud sound of crashing wood and find little Jessica in the corner of the cellar, unaware of how she came to be there. Finally fed up, Jessica’s father bricked up a wall over the cellar.


Months later, on the day when the family would normally see the flash of intense blue light, neighbors heard the terrible screams of the entire family. The police arrived to find brick and mortar outside of the house, apparently having flown out of the front window. They clambered over the rubble, through the house and into the cellar. They say the two officers who responded left the police force the day after the discovery. Inside the cellar, the bodies of Jessica’s parents were founds stretched and mangled, twisted like wires with the home’s electrical wiring in the drywall. Jessica was nowhere to be found and has never been sighted since.


Her neighbors, however, reported to the electrician seeing a bright blue flash of light from their attic the night of the murders. It is said that the damned soul of the tormented electrician escaped Jessica’s home that night and seeks nothing but to torment the living souls of this world he is trapped in.


If you do not pass this letter along to 5 other people in the next 24 hours, your home will be plagued and you too will have to be untangled from the wiring.
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Jaws1337|Hobbyist Digital Artist
"Email"
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Snarfles24's avatar
Snarfles24|Hobbyist Artist
Yay, thanks for starting
YET.
ANOTHER.
STUPID.
REACTION.
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siranush|Hobbyist Interface Designer
lol
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YourDoseOfBadTimes's avatar
looks like that other egg cracks the egg up. ;)
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mrpewpew58's avatar
this is an e g g straordinarily bad pun.

GEEETTTTTTT DUNKED ON!!!!! 
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YourDoseOfBadTimes's avatar
take these puns to the EGGstreme!
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jakmanseven|Hobbyist General Artist
eggcelent!
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Socket78|Professional Artist
lol
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seionara|Hobbyist General Artist
Isn't it egg-stausting too draw on so many eggs
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msteresa87's avatar
this is eggcellent...xD
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ILOVEANIME36798|Student General Artist
hah xD
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The-Golden-Skyfall|Hobbyist General Artist
You are the egg god.
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The-Golden-Skyfall|Hobbyist General Artist
Gee don't be so HARD BOILED
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Parodox23|Professional Artist
WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning!
Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental
hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the
staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so
they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the
machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died.
Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on
a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you
and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and
she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if you copy and paste
this to ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow.You
will either get kissed or asked out, if you break this chain u will see a little dead girl in you
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KatsRCute10|Hobbyist Digital Artist
Can you please shut up?
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Nopenopenopenopenopenope ¡.¡
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friikz0|Hobbyist Digital Artist
Stop
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