Horror FilmsHe had always been a fan of horror films. Dark and gory, eerie and gruesome, he loved them all. It made him an outcast though. He didn't have a lot of friends or really even know anybody who loved horror films as much as he did. He got kicked out of his high school movie club. There was some kind of misunderstanding about the rules or whatever.He wasn't lucky with the ladies either. Not many girls appreciated being taken to an obscure horror film festival on the first date.
But then he met her.
He had been sitting in the lunchroom alone, again, when he saw her for the first time. She had powder blue eyes that just sort of drew you in. Her hair looked soft and silky. Good body. She was an all around babe in his book. But the best part?
She liked horror films too.
She had caught him staring, came over and introduced herself. They talked for a while and discovered they had things in common. They were both "weird" kids with a deep love for horror films. The she told him she had
Do the DishesI wash the dishes at the same time every night. You could set your watch by it. It's because they are important. It's imperative that I do the dishes.
It doesn't matter who he brings home.
I have to do the dishes.
It doesn't matter if it isn't mom.
I have to do the dishes.
It doesn't matter if he takes her down there.
I have to wash the dishes.
It doesn't matter how much screaming I hear.
God forbid I don't wash these dishes.
He just tracked blood across the carpet?
Does not matter. Wash the dishes.
Dragging a trash bag behind him? It smells bad and it's suspicious?
Wash the dishes. Do the dishes. Keep working. Wow this one's being difficult.
Screaming and crashing all night long.
And I just do the dishes.
Parkdale Is Closed There’s a road around here that’s always closed. It’s not a highway or anything, just a plain old residential road. From what I’ve seen there’s always a bunch of detour signs and big flashing boards that tell drivers to “Take an alternate route”. Supposedly there’s construction going on down there. But anybody’s who ever taken a peek down that road only sees empty houses and unmoving equipment. I only know of one person who actually drove down that road. She’s not a friend of mine or anything, but something happened to her the night she went down there.
She was still young, in her mid-twenties, married too. She even had some kids. Anyway, she had been looking for a house for a long time and she had finally come across an online listing that looked rather promising. Four bedrooms, 3 full bathrooms and a two car garage. There were a couple photos of each room. Other than needing a new coat of paint and some furniture, it looke