Post by guycoolspore2 on May 15, 2011 10:55:38 GMT -5
well,its time for me to tell you why the color blue creeps me out.
Then again,it would be easier to just SHOW you.
*the environment changes to an old creepy house in a neighborhood known for crimes.You stand there,looking at a pair of people playing poker,when the door is opened and crashed shut by a man in a trench coat.He brings out a knife and demands they give him shelter from the police.When one of the men says there isn't a place for him to hide,The man in the trench coat reminds him that every house in the neighborhood has a secret room,unknown to everyone but the people living there.The other person explains to the man in the trench coat that the secret room hasn't been in for decades,and rumors of ghosts at the house were true.The man in the trench coat laughed and said,"Ghosts are nothing. The police are the real problem here." The man who owns the house leads him down the staircase leading to a dead end.The man seems confused,and starts mumbling about how there used to be a secret entrance there. Out of no-where, wind blows through the house, tearing up furniture, scratch marks on the wooden floor,coming for the man in the trench coat. The wind settles down. You look around the room and see nothing. The man in the trench coat has disappeared. You look around again,and all that remains are a pair of floating,bloodshot, blue eyes,which do not have pupils.*
This is when I woke up. Every time I look at something blue, those eyes come back to haunt me from my dreams.
Then again,it would be easier to just SHOW you.
*the environment changes to an old creepy house in a neighborhood known for crimes.You stand there,looking at a pair of people playing poker,when the door is opened and crashed shut by a man in a trench coat.He brings out a knife and demands they give him shelter from the police.When one of the men says there isn't a place for him to hide,The man in the trench coat reminds him that every house in the neighborhood has a secret room,unknown to everyone but the people living there.The other person explains to the man in the trench coat that the secret room hasn't been in for decades,and rumors of ghosts at the house were true.The man in the trench coat laughed and said,"Ghosts are nothing. The police are the real problem here." The man who owns the house leads him down the staircase leading to a dead end.The man seems confused,and starts mumbling about how there used to be a secret entrance there. Out of no-where, wind blows through the house, tearing up furniture, scratch marks on the wooden floor,coming for the man in the trench coat. The wind settles down. You look around the room and see nothing. The man in the trench coat has disappeared. You look around again,and all that remains are a pair of floating,bloodshot, blue eyes,which do not have pupils.*
This is when I woke up. Every time I look at something blue, those eyes come back to haunt me from my dreams.
