I guess I was supposed to give them candy because it’s “Halloween”
Police say he may be following a pattern.
Twelve individuals have been attacked in the last 48 hours.
The Police have announced that the attacker could be following some kind of pattern
"Sorry, no pun n' ten dead"
He says it's a fun way to kill time.
Achoo, Brute!
It was really heartwarming
I mentioned that they used slaves and criminals, since they would have a hard time getting actors to play the part of someone that actually dies, and my dad disagreed.
He said: No, people were dying to have that job.
Sorry if something like this has already been posted.
Watch me cut this deck of cards.
I guess Pontious Pilates just isn't for me
Friend- if I saw someone get stabbed I would be scarred for life Me- I bet the guy that got stabbed is too
Poor guy.
The egg says to the sausage "wow, amazing - a talking sausage!"
Ate two, Brute.
The Jamaican man replies he just wanted to poke a mon.
The knife didn’t go all the way in, but I got the point.
A Cerebral Killer.
And for a brief moment, I had a connection with the house.
It was a shawl shank redemption
They played rock paper Caesar
i had butterflies in my stomach
... which is a pain staking process.
Peninsula
It was definitely a Sharpie!
It was a pairing knife
Remove the stake.
Cactus
Well at least they took a stab at it.
Guy 1: I heard that the main character kept stabbing people on the set filming Legally Blonde. I can't remember her full name. It was Reese..... something. She just kept attacking people one by one but I don't know who it was.
Guy 2: Witherspoon
Guy 1: No...... with her knife. Who would be that stupid to use a spoon to hurt over.
But the whole damn process is painstaking.
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
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Wife: Witherspoon?
Me: No, with a knife.
I chose Mask It or Casket
Whoever screwed this up—- I hope he got stabbed.
the damage was permanent
Poor bastard.
Rock paper Caesar
‘Now its a real ‘Caesar’ salad’
Poor bastard.
Poor bastard.
