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Post by TheSource on Dec 30, 2018 8:15:28 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
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Post by 2old on Dec 30, 2018 13:29:38 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
Was it a dream or the drugs or the alcohol or is she losing her mind?
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Post by butterfly on Dec 30, 2018 23:18:20 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
Was it a dream or the drugs or the alcohol or is she losing her mind?
In the back of the crowd, she saw the undead groom, leering at her as four armed police approached the doorway.
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Post by TheSource on Dec 31, 2018 5:41:13 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
Was it a dream or the drugs or the alcohol or is she losing her mind?
In the back of the crowd, she saw the undead groom, leering at her as four armed police approached the doorway.
At that very instant, time seemed to come to a crawl as she was starting to witness the events in front of her play out in slow motion as if they were part of some dark and twisted alternate reality that had now set in leaving her even more confused as to what was happening.
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Post by 2old on Dec 31, 2018 7:29:03 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
Was it a dream or the drugs or the alcohol or is she losing her mind?
In the back of the crowd, she saw the undead groom, leering at her as four armed police approached the doorway.
At that very instant, time seemed to come to a crawl as she was starting to witness the events in front of her play out in slow motion as if they were part of some dark and twisted alternate reality that had now set in leaving her even more confused as to what was happening.
From deep inside her an uncontrollable, shrieking, screaming laughter began to fill the room in an almost deafening decibel level as she fell to the floor in a fit of convulsions.
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Post by butterfly on Jan 1, 2019 12:40:20 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
Was it a dream or the drugs or the alcohol or is she losing her mind?
In the back of the crowd, she saw the undead groom, leering at her as four armed police approached the doorway.
At that very instant, time seemed to come to a crawl as she was starting to witness the events in front of her play out in slow motion as if they were part of some dark and twisted alternate reality that had now set in leaving her even more confused as to what was happening.
From deep inside her an uncontrollable, shrieking, screaming laughter began to fill the room in an almost deafening decibel level as she fell to the floor in a fit of convulsions.
The undead groom, still with the lascivious look upon his face, seemed to glide through the crowd until he reached the doorway, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and strode into the house.
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Post by 2old on Jan 1, 2019 15:57:19 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
Was it a dream or the drugs or the alcohol or is she losing her mind?
In the back of the crowd, she saw the undead groom, leering at her as four armed police approached the doorway.
At that very instant, time seemed to come to a crawl as she was starting to witness the events in front of her play out in slow motion as if they were part of some dark and twisted alternate reality that had now set in leaving her even more confused as to what was happening.
From deep inside her an uncontrollable, shrieking, screaming laughter began to fill the room in an almost deafening decibel level as she fell to the floor in a fit of convulsions.
The undead groom, still with the lascivious look upon his face, seemed to glide through the crowd until he reached the doorway, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and strode into the house.
Her survival instinct kicked in as she reached up, grabbed a chandelier, pulled from the groom's grasp, landing a kick to the back of his head.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 2, 2019 22:21:52 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
Was it a dream or the drugs or the alcohol or is she losing her mind?
In the back of the crowd, she saw the undead groom, leering at her as four armed police approached the doorway.
At that very instant, time seemed to come to a crawl as she was starting to witness the events in front of her play out in slow motion as if they were part of some dark and twisted alternate reality that had now set in leaving her even more confused as to what was happening.
From deep inside her an uncontrollable, shrieking, screaming laughter began to fill the room in an almost deafening decibel level as she fell to the floor in a fit of convulsions.
The undead groom, still with the lascivious look upon his face, seemed to glide through the crowd until he reached the doorway, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and strode into the house.
Her survival instinct kicked in as she reached up, grabbed a chandelier, pulled from the groom's grasp, landing a kick to the back of his head.
The kick didn’t phase the groom one bit as he spun back around towards her and grabbed her forceably by the arm.
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Post by butterfly on Jan 3, 2019 0:15:48 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
Was it a dream or the drugs or the alcohol or is she losing her mind?
In the back of the crowd, she saw the undead groom, leering at her as four armed police approached the doorway.
At that very instant, time seemed to come to a crawl as she was starting to witness the events in front of her play out in slow motion as if they were part of some dark and twisted alternate reality that had now set in leaving her even more confused as to what was happening.
From deep inside her an uncontrollable, shrieking, screaming laughter began to fill the room in an almost deafening decibel level as she fell to the floor in a fit of convulsions.
The undead groom, still with the lascivious look upon his face, seemed to glide through the crowd until he reached the doorway, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and strode into the house.
Her survival instinct kicked in as she reached up, grabbed a chandelier, pulled from the groom's grasp, landing a kick to the back of his head.
The kick didn’t phase the groom one bit as he spun back around towards her and grabbed her forceably by the arm.
"You'll not get away from me this time," he snarled; "you can't hurt me, because, you know, I'm already dead."
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Post by TheSource on Jan 3, 2019 12:28:52 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4:
As the events from the last few moments kept playing over and over in her minds’ eye, Barbara just couldn’t shake the unmistakable feeling of deja vu that had been gnawing at her since the beginning of this so-called ‘reality’ that she was seemingly a very real part of and acting the lead role as a pawn in somebody’s twisted version of what they thought reality should be.
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Post by 2old on Jan 3, 2019 13:15:33 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4:
As the events from the last few moments kept playing over and over in her minds’ eye, Barbara just couldn’t shake the unmistakable feeling of deja vu that had been gnawing at her since the beginning of this so-called ‘reality’ that she was seemingly a very real part of and acting the lead role as a pawn in somebody’s twisted version of what they thought reality should be.
Knowing present company would make it impossible to fully dissect what had happened, Barbara headed outside to clear her mind and make some decisions as where to go from here.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 3, 2019 15:33:18 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4:
As the events from the last few moments kept playing over and over in her minds’ eye, Barbara just couldn’t shake the unmistakable feeling of deja vu that had been gnawing at her since the beginning of this so-called ‘reality’ that she was seemingly a very real part of and acting the lead role as a pawn in somebody’s twisted version of what they thought reality should be.
Knowing present company would make it impossible to fully dissect what had happened, Barbara headed outside to clear her mind and make some decisions as where to go from here.
As she stepped outside, that gnawing feeling of deja vu washed over her again like a tidal wave as a gleaming white stretch limosine with a pair of cattle horns on the hood rolled through the gates of the estate towards the mansion.
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Post by 2old on Jan 3, 2019 17:29:03 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4:
As the events from the last few moments kept playing over and over in her minds’ eye, Barbara just couldn’t shake the unmistakable feeling of deja vu that had been gnawing at her since the beginning of this so-called ‘reality’ that she was seemingly a very real part of and acting the lead role as a pawn in somebody’s twisted version of what they thought reality should be.
Knowing present company would make it impossible to fully dissect what had happened, Barbara headed outside to clear her mind and make some decisions as where to go from here.
As she stepped outside, that gnawing feeling of deja vu washed over her again like a tidal wave as a gleaming white stretch limosine with a pair of cattle horns on the hood rolled through the gates of the estate towards the mansion.
Her heart fluttered as she recognized the limo driver was an actor in the age-old television series "Dynasty".
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Post by TheSource on Jan 3, 2019 19:14:23 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4:
As the events from the last few moments kept playing over and over in her minds’ eye, Barbara just couldn’t shake the unmistakable feeling of deja vu that had been gnawing at her since the beginning of this so-called ‘reality’ that she was seemingly a very real part of and acting the lead role as a pawn in somebody’s twisted version of what they thought reality should be.
Knowing present company would make it impossible to fully dissect what had happened, Barbara headed outside to clear her mind and make some decisions as where to go from here.
As she stepped outside, that gnawing feeling of deja vu washed over her again like a tidal wave as a gleaming white stretch limosine with a pair of cattle horns on the hood rolled through the gates of the estate towards the mansion.
Her heart fluttered as she recognized the limo driver was an actor in the age-old television series "Dynasty".
But she knew that it couldn’t possibly be as John Forsythe had passed on years ago.
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Post by 2old on Jan 3, 2019 20:28:03 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4:
As the events from the last few moments kept playing over and over in her minds’ eye, Barbara just couldn’t shake the unmistakable feeling of deja vu that had been gnawing at her since the beginning of this so-called ‘reality’ that she was seemingly a very real part of and acting the lead role as a pawn in somebody’s twisted version of what they thought reality should be.
Knowing present company would make it impossible to fully dissect what had happened, Barbara headed outside to clear her mind and make some decisions as where to go from here.
As she stepped outside, that gnawing feeling of deja vu washed over her again like a tidal wave as a gleaming white stretch limosine with a pair of cattle horns on the hood rolled through the gates of the estate towards the mansion.
Her heart fluttered as she recognized the limo driver was an actor in the age-old television series "Dynasty".
But she knew that it couldn’t possibly be as John Forsythe had passed on years ago.
"Is someone playing tricks or is my mind playing trick with me?"
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