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FT/ET: Halloween writing competition
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Less than two hours left to submit your entry!
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You look in the mirror, and you see you.
You're pretty.

You sit in a blue velvet chair and study the blue floral walls.
They're pretty.

You move your focus to a picture of your mother holding you when you were just a baby.
She's pretty.


You try to remember how you got here, this remarkable blue room. You see light, flickering. Where's the source? Your eyes roll back, everything turns white. You're not in the room anymore, you can feel it; it feels different, warm, yet shivering cold at the same time. The blinding atmosphere is so dreadfully gruesome, you begin to tremble. Your lips are shaking. Your core, quivering. The white fades to black, except for a speck of light in the distance. There is no question. The only choice is to go, so you go.

Now, there is more. You can see an oval shape, and you're getting close. This light calls for you, wants you to see. What does it want you to see?

Your eyes are glued to it, you can't look away, though you want to ever so badly. Inside the oval, everything is blue, except for you. Through the mirror, you see your skin; it's burning red. You see your eyes; they're punctured. Thick, purple liquid makes its way down your cheeks. You see your big smile, containing yellow, rotting teeth. You're ugly. You can't bear the sight any longer. You turn around only to find the mirror even closer on the other side. You start to hear voices, reminding you of every wicked word you ever spoke to poor, innocent souls. They get louder, and the smile in the mirror gets bigger. You scream and punch the mirror, but it won't stop. "I'm in hell, aren't I?"

Your scariest experience was death.
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Exactly 300 words baby 
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FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT THIS
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wait shit i dunno time zones, when does it end?? norway time
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Sleep paralysis


The impression I had was that I had just gone to bed. But as I picked up my cell phone to check the time, I noticed it was 3:33 am. I had been sleeping for a few hours. After that I settled back to sleep and that's when I noticed a strange light coming from the dark corner of my room. I thought it was the light from the other room, but that was not possible because the door was on the opposite side. As my brain began to question what was happening I felt a force on my body that forced my eyes to close.

I fought that mysterious force to open my eyes, but couldn't. I started trying to move in bed, but my body was totally paralyzed. That was when I immediately felt a hand gripping my neck and forcing it down. The sensation was strange. I felt my body begin to pierce the mattress, then the floor, and then layer upon layer of earth.

With my eyes closed I could still see the environment changing around me. The farther I went down, the more the red intensified. That was when the hand began to squeeze my neck and the air began to lack. I saw no other option but to give it to me once and for all. I stopped struggling and relaxed my body. When life finally drained from me I opened my eyes.

I got up abruptly on the bed, looking around for that light. There was nothing but the darkness of my room. I put my hands around my neck hoping to find something. Nothing. I settled back to sleep, huddled and scared. Fearing that feeling that had affected me minutes ago would come back to torment me again.
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mikkelrev wrote:
wait shit i dunno time zones, when does it end?? norway time

there's about 50 mins left
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WRENCH wrote:
mikkelrev wrote:
wait shit i dunno time zones, when does it end?? norway time

there's about 50 mins left
ok cOOL thanks
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Okay so I'm gonna tell you like an actual story and it won't be perfect because I'm not that good at writing


So every year my friends and I go to Fright Nights in amusement parks. They're really cool, because during the day there is just some Halloween decoration but around 7 p.m. the monsters come out. In this one park, there are different zones with different levels of spooky. There is a zone with clowns, a zone with dancing dead mexicans, a zone with skeleton roman soldiers, etc. There are also some sort of parcours you can do, and this one year, we went in the maze. Aka, jumpscares around every corner. At a certain point, halfway through the maze, my friends suddenly became pussies and no one wanted to walk in front anymore. Me, the fearless hero, volunteered. So I walked in front. Until we came at a crossroads (sort of) where we could go left and right. I looked left, I looked right. Suddenly someone jumped from the right side and I was so shocked I almost jumped and literally fell. Like, I just fell backwards, on the ground. Obviously my friends laughed at me (I laughed at myself too). Love Fright Nights.
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One time I ruined my grandpa’s birthday.

I was 16. I remember perfume. So much perfume.

I remember panic. Not mine.

I remember my aunt frantically trying to open her car and I remember her friend stunned, not knowing what to do.

I remember the clouds out the window. I don’t remember the speed limit and I don’t think it mattered. Phone calls. More panic. I remember my head crashing into the window and I don’t remember my
muscles working.

I remember the calm, the absolute calm of knowing I was going to die. I was going to die in a car on the highway because of my own stupid mistake. I was going to die because the bottle looked so pretty.

I remember doors slamming and scraping my knees on the edge of the steps. I remember hitting the floor and I don’t remember feeling it. I remember “Happy birthday, grandpa.”

And I don’t remember anything more.


i call this piece The Fate Of The Idiot Asthmatic
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It was a dark and stormy night. I was home alone with only the dog as company. I was just sitting on the couch and watching some Netflix when it happened. First the flash of bright light after that the thunder and darkness. The dog started to bark. The wind was howling. Again, a flash of lighting. I looked outside; there it was someone standing. I blinked, grabbed my phone and used it to shine into the backyard. There was nothing there. As I walked to the hall, I heard something outside. Again, when I looked there was nothing there. It took me some time to get the power back one. I never heard anything again, but the dog barked for another hour. 
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Chlorine wrote:
Oh eff me
im 44 words over the limit 🙈
is that okay or do I need to cut it down?

@Chlorine 

considering that they have told other people no, I'm going to have tell you it's probably going to have to be deleted and posted again less the 44 words in order for it to count
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REMEMBER TO KEEP ENTRIES WITH A MAXIMUM OF 300 WORDS, NO EXCEPTIONS! ☠️

☠️ LESS THAN 30 MINUTES LEFT FOLKS ☠️
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I was lost on a school trip, lost in the woods all alone.
I had lost the sight of the camp where my classmates was.
I saw a light, a small light far away. I kept walking towards it until I saw a small house randomly placed out in the forest.I remember being scared, who knew what kind of person it was that lived there. Hesitated I knocked on the door and waited. I was so scared, my skin felt numb of fear.And old man opened the door. Typical “old hunter” style.I remember introducing myself, and telling I was lost from my class and if he could show me the way back to the camp. Luckily he had heard of the place and he could walk me back. He first asked if I wanted to come inside to warm up, but I was too scared. We started to walk, I was two steps behind him.Suddenly I saw a big bull. He said I needed to keep my distance, he was a angry bull and would try to kill me if I walked too close. It scared me a lot. Out in the dark forest, fogged ground, rain in the air, being lost and out with a strange old man and a angry bull. He showed me the way back to the camp, but we stopped far enough away for me to see the camp, but they didn’t see us. He said he didn’t want to walk closer and that I could do it myself. I thanked him and didn’t see him again. 
When my teacher saw me she asked how I was and what had happened. I told her about the man and the bull, and she went to the local man that was with us.He said that house had been empty for years and he had never seen anyone around that house since he was a young boy. There was no electricity there either, and no animals. 

You may think this is fictional, but it really isn’t. 
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