MysteryGame

You sat on your bed, trembling, whimpering, and wondering if this was all real or just figments of your imagination. It began Monday night, when you had a nightmare about these scary-looking robotic animals trying to get into your room until your alarm clock rang 6:00. Going from the left door, to the right door, to the closet, and back to your bed at unimaginable speeds, and armed with only a flashlight, you were trying to ward off the monsters so they didn't get to you. Judging by their glowing eyes, heavy breathing, and sharp teeth...you didn't want to find out what they would do to you! Occasionally, you'd shine your flashlight over at yo

Fearful? No..that's not it. Anxious? Maybe-wait..no that isn't the right term, either.. Paranoid? Yes. That's exactly what you're feeling at the moment as you walked down the corridor, your flashlight flickering in your hand. "This suuuuuuuuuucksss," you hissed, flinging another door open only to find..another hallway. "Where's the damn exit?!" Out of frustration, you slammed the door shut behind you..a mistake you soon regretted. A brown claw thrust out at you from the darkness beside you, trying to grab your arm. "Ah! Shit! Bad birdy!" You smacked his hand away with your flashlight, before shining it in his face, causing him to hiss.

The Ryhme of the Laughing Clown _______________________________ "Come Little Children Laughing Jack's got a song now. Listen close and you shall see....Pop goes the weasle ahahah" _______________________________________________________________ [It Begin's] _______________________________ All around the carnival town The clown chased the child. The blood was shed,the soul bled and bled. Pop goes the weasle..ehehehehhe _____________________________________________________ A treat 1 or 2 a sweete treat for another. That's what i'll usually do. Pop goes the weasle...ahahhahaehehe ____________________________________________________

Read the Description for a very special message. Seriously. DO IT.   You napped peacefully in your cat form,sleeping soundly on your bed when an annoying thud interrupted your peaceful slumber. You looked at the clock on your nightstand. 3 AM. Someone had better be dying for waking you up at this time..Normally you would have been up and alert at night, however you had been put through a lot of strain that day, with you having to lug corpses and dispose of the bodies. All the days activities had worn you out, and now...This..  Normally you would have thought that this was only Jeff carrying a body to his room or  possibly even one of those