Hey guys. Does anyone remember this thread from the old MBs? Basically, each of us can tell different scary stories and try to reach 1000! I was pretty active on it, and I thought it would be cool if we brought it back. So, who's telling the first one?
Hey guys. Does anyone remember this thread from the old MBs? Basically, each of us can tell different scary stories and try to reach 1000! I was pretty active on it, and I thought it would be cool if we brought it back. So, who's telling the first one?
Good topic! But I don't have any stories. I will stick around!
Hey guys. Does anyone remember this thread from the old MBs? Basically, each of us can tell different scary stories and try to reach 1000! I was pretty active on it, and I thought it would be cool if we brought it back. So, who's telling the first one?
Once upon a time, a band of young, innocent Trick-or-Treaters set off on their annual quest to collect the most candy from all the neighbors in their suburban world. The night was dark and the air was cold, but their joy in consumer holidays warmed their young souls and they naught but the warmth of companionship and the sugar rush. They went from door to door, gleefully chanting "Trick or Treat!" alongside their peers and young neighbors. Always their reward was sweet: Snickers, Kit-Kat, M&Ms, Skittles, Mars Bars, and more. The adults would compliment their cheap costumes and wish them a "Happy Halloween". Once the candy had dropped into the bags and buckets the children had raced away, paying the kind neighbors no heed once they'd gotten what they came for. All good things, however, come to an end. The little group arrived at a quaint little house where a little old lady known for her kindness and her many cats lived. Knowing the routine, they clomped up the porch and rang the doorbell. When it opened, revealing a kindly, wrinkled face, they chanted once more, "Trick or Treat!" "Oh, don't you all look adorable!" Chuckling, the lady dropped something into their bags and buckets. "Enjoy!" The children ran off and, once reaching the sidewalk, peered into their bags and buckets. Due to the inky shadows they edged toward a streetlamp and gathered beneath it. There one of the boys reached into his bucket to see what he'd gotten. Plastic rustled. He froze. It felt different. Not the shiny, smooth plastic of Kit-Kat or Snickers. Nor M&Ms or Skittles. This was thicker, heavier. He pulled it out. It was heavier than the rest. A dark lump, an intruder among the colorful collection of sweets. His eyes adjusted to the lamplight, and he saw it. Hands shaking, he dropped it. A health bar. In dismay, the other children stared at the dark lumps in their containers. They all had one. They all had been duped, manipulated, used. Lies and deceit... this was only the beginning of their woes and sorrows. Reality is a cruel mistress.
Once upon a time, a band of young, innocent Trick-or-Treaters set off on their annual quest to collect the most candy from all the neighbors in their suburban world. The night was dark and the air was cold, but their joy in consumer holidays warmed their young souls and they naught but the warmth of companionship and the sugar rush. They went from door to door, gleefully chanting "Trick or Treat!" alongside their peers and young neighbors. Always their reward was sweet: Snickers, Kit-Kat, M&Ms, Skittles, Mars Bars, and more. The adults would compliment their cheap costumes and wish them a "Happy Halloween". Once the candy had dropped into the bags and buckets the children had raced away, paying the kind neighbors no heed once they'd gotten what they came for. All good things, however, come to an end. The little group arrived at a quaint little house where a little old lady known for her kindness and her many cats lived. Knowing the routine, they clomped up the porch and rang the doorbell. When it opened, revealing a kindly, wrinkled face, they chanted once more, "Trick or Treat!" "Oh, don't you all look adorable!" Chuckling, the lady dropped something into their bags and buckets. "Enjoy!" The children ran off and, once reaching the sidewalk, peered into their bags and buckets. Due to the inky shadows they edged toward a streetlamp and gathered beneath it. There one of the boys reached into his bucket to see what he'd gotten. Plastic rustled. He froze. It felt different. Not the shiny, smooth plastic of Kit-Kat or Snickers. Nor M&Ms or Skittles. This was thicker, heavier. He pulled it out. It was heavier than the rest. A dark lump, an intruder among the colorful collection of sweets. His eyes adjusted to the lamplight, and he saw it. Hands shaking, he dropped it. A health bar. In dismay, the other children stared at the dark lumps in their containers. They all had one. They all had been duped, manipulated, used. Lies and deceit... this was only the beginning of their woes and sorrows. Reality is a cruel mistress.
Once upon a time, a band of young, innocent Trick-or-Treaters set off on their annual quest to collect the most candy from all the neighbors in their suburban world. The night was dark and the air was cold, but their joy in consumer holidays warmed their young souls and they naught but the warmth of companionship and the sugar rush. They went from door to door, gleefully chanting "Trick or Treat!" alongside their peers and young neighbors. Always their reward was sweet: Snickers, Kit-Kat, M&Ms, Skittles, Mars Bars, and more. The adults would compliment their cheap costumes and wish them a "Happy Halloween". Once the candy had dropped into the bags and buckets the children had raced away, paying the kind neighbors no heed once they'd gotten what they came for. All good things, however, come to an end. The little group arrived at a quaint little house where a little old lady known for her kindness and her many cats lived. Knowing the routine, they clomped up the porch and rang the doorbell. When it opened, revealing a kindly, wrinkled face, they chanted once more, "Trick or Treat!" "Oh, don't you all look adorable!" Chuckling, the lady dropped something into their bags and buckets. "Enjoy!" The children ran off and, once reaching the sidewalk, peered into their bags and buckets. Due to the inky shadows they edged toward a streetlamp and gathered beneath it. There one of the boys reached into his bucket to see what he'd gotten. Plastic rustled. He froze. It felt different. Not the shiny, smooth plastic of Kit-Kat or Snickers. Nor M&Ms or Skittles. This was thicker, heavier. He pulled it out. It was heavier than the rest. A dark lump, an intruder among the colorful collection of sweets. His eyes adjusted to the lamplight, and he saw it. Hands shaking, he dropped it. A health bar. In dismay, the other children stared at the dark lumps in their containers. They all had one. They all had been duped, manipulated, used. Lies and deceit... this was only the beginning of their woes and sorrows. Reality is a cruel mistress.
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