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Post by TheSource on Jan 3, 2019 22:04:47 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of.
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Post by 2old on Jan 3, 2019 22:44:36 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
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Post by butterfly on Jan 4, 2019 6:14:56 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
As she re-entered the house to get out of the rain, she saw the John Forsythe character sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting with the undead groom.
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Post by 2old on Jan 4, 2019 7:26:31 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
As she re-entered the house to get out of the rain, she saw the John Forsythe character sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting with the undead groom.
Scenes from 'Friday The 13th" and "Halloween" began to play through her mind as she noticed her fingernails had grown extremely long and blood was dripping from one of them.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 4, 2019 21:30:36 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
As she re-entered the house to get out of the rain, she saw the John Forsythe character sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting with the undead groom.
Scenes from 'Friday The 13th" and "Halloween" began to play through her mind as she noticed her fingernails had grown extremely long and blood was dripping from one of them.
She brought the finger up to her mouth instinctively to lick at it like an animal would lick its’ wounds when injured and discovered that she was pleasantly yet sensually aroused by the sweet salty taste that enveloped het tastebuds.
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Post by 2old on Jan 4, 2019 22:34:59 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
As she re-entered the house to get out of the rain, she saw the John Forsythe character sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting with the undead groom.
Scenes from 'Friday The 13th" and "Halloween" began to play through her mind as she noticed her fingernails had grown extremely long and blood was dripping from one of them.
She brought the finger up to her mouth instinctively to lick at it like an animal would lick its’ wounds when injured and discovered that she was pleasantly yet sensually aroused by the sweet salty taste that enveloped het tastebuds.
That she liked the taste of blood frightened her that she might have some propensity to be a vampire when she noticed what she licked was some icing off the long forgotten wedding cake.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 5, 2019 16:42:58 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
As she re-entered the house to get out of the rain, she saw the John Forsythe character sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting with the undead groom.
Scenes from 'Friday The 13th" and "Halloween" began to play through her mind as she noticed her fingernails had grown extremely long and blood was dripping from one of them.
She brought the finger up to her mouth instinctively to lick at it like an animal would lick its’ wounds when injured and discovered that she was pleasantly yet sensually aroused by the sweet salty taste that enveloped het tastebuds.
That she liked the taste of blood frightened her that she might have some propensity to be a vampire when she noticed what she licked was some icing off the long forgotten wedding cake.
By now, the wedding cake should be stale and moldy she thought as she closed her eyes and savored the delicious taste of her finger.
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Post by 2old on Jan 5, 2019 20:58:45 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
As she re-entered the house to get out of the rain, she saw the John Forsythe character sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting with the undead groom.
Scenes from 'Friday The 13th" and "Halloween" began to play through her mind as she noticed her fingernails had grown extremely long and blood was dripping from one of them.
She brought the finger up to her mouth instinctively to lick at it like an animal would lick its’ wounds when injured and discovered that she was pleasantly yet sensually aroused by the sweet salty taste that enveloped het tastebuds.
That she liked the taste of blood frightened her that she might have some propensity to be a vampire when she noticed what she licked was some icing off the long forgotten wedding cake.
By now, the wedding cake should be stale and moldy she thought as she closed her eyes and savored the delicious taste of her finger.
Satisfied that she was in no danger, needing a change of clothes, she headed for the nearest ATM.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 5, 2019 21:57:07 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
As she re-entered the house to get out of the rain, she saw the John Forsythe character sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting with the undead groom.
Scenes from 'Friday The 13th" and "Halloween" began to play through her mind as she noticed her fingernails had grown extremely long and blood was dripping from one of them.
She brought the finger up to her mouth instinctively to lick at it like an animal would lick its’ wounds when injured and discovered that she was pleasantly yet sensually aroused by the sweet salty taste that enveloped het tastebuds.
That she liked the taste of blood frightened her that she might have some propensity to be a vampire when she noticed what she licked was some icing off the long forgotten wedding cake.
By now, the wedding cake should be stale and moldy she thought as she closed her eyes and savored the delicious taste of her finger.
Satisfied that she was in no danger, needing a change of clothes, she headed for the nearest ATM.
She stopped at the first one she came to but noticed a sign that said 'Out of Order' and cursed under her breath as she turned and walked away.
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Post by 2old on Jan 6, 2019 11:59:42 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 tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
As she re-entered the house to get out of the rain, she saw the John Forsythe character sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting with the undead groom.
Scenes from 'Friday The 13th" and "Halloween" began to play through her mind as she noticed her fingernails had grown extremely long and blood was dripping from one of them.
She brought the finger up to her mouth instinctively to lick at it like an animal would lick its’ wounds when injured and discovered that she was pleasantly yet sensually aroused by the sweet salty taste that enveloped het tastebuds.
That she liked the taste of blood frightened her that she might have some propensity to be a vampire when she noticed what she licked was some icing off the long forgotten wedding cake.
By now, the wedding cake should be stale and moldy she thought as she closed her eyes and savored the delicious taste of her finger.
Satisfied that she was in no danger, needing a change of clothes, she headed for the nearest ATM.
She stopped at the first one she came to but noticed a sign that said 'Out of Order' and cursed under her breath as she turned and walked away.
With an empty stomach and needing some sustenance, she counted the change in her pocket and decided on the dollar menu at a McDonald's across the street.
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Post by 2old on Jan 6, 2019 21:16:46 GMT -5
CHAPTER 5:
Wanting to help if she could, she darted towards the kitchen unknowing that what she would find would forever change how the 'Golden Arches' would be seen in American society.
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Post by butterfly on Jan 7, 2019 3:26:05 GMT -5
CHAPTER 5:
Wanting to help if she could, she darted towards the kitchen unknowing that what she would find would forever change how the 'Golden Arches' would be seen in American society.
To her horror, in the kitchen she saw the undead groom, who had attacked several workers, and who turned and smiled at her and said, "You might as well join me, since you have already tasted blood and enjoyed it."
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Post by 2old on Jan 7, 2019 7:05:06 GMT -5
CHAPTER 5:
Wanting to help if she could, she darted towards the kitchen unknowing that what she would find would forever change how the 'Golden Arches' would be seen in American society.
To her horror, in the kitchen she saw the undead groom, who had attacked several workers, and who turned and smiled at her and said, "You might as well join me, since you have already tasted blood and enjoyed it."
Racing through her mind was the thought of tossing a container full of hot grease in his face, but she lasily leaned against the counter and asked "Is my order ready yet?"
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Post by TheSource on Jan 7, 2019 21:46:06 GMT -5
CHAPTER 5:
Wanting to help if she could, she darted towards the kitchen unknowing that what she would find would forever change how the 'Golden Arches' would be seen in American society.
To her horror, in the kitchen she saw the undead groom, who had attacked several workers, and who turned and smiled at her and said, "You might as well join me, since you have already tasted blood and enjoyed it."
Racing through her mind was the thought of tossing a container full of hot grease in his face, but she lasily leaned against the counter and asked "Is my order ready yet?"
Forthwith, he quickly handed her a plate of freshly harvested brain matter from several of the victims in the kitchen.
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Post by 2old on Jan 7, 2019 22:35:06 GMT -5
CHAPTER 5:
Wanting to help if she could, she darted towards the kitchen unknowing that what she would find would forever change how the 'Golden Arches' would be seen in American society.
To her horror, in the kitchen she saw the undead groom, who had attacked several workers, and who turned and smiled at her and said, "You might as well join me, since you have already tasted blood and enjoyed it."
Racing through her mind was the thought of tossing a container full of hot grease in his face, but she lasily leaned against the counter and asked "Is my order ready yet?"
Forthwith, he quickly handed her a plate of freshly harvested brain matter from several of the victims in the kitchen.
Having just watched "The Autopsy of Jane Doe" on Netflix, she was surprised at how her taste buds came to life with the flavoring.
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