I sit down at my computer. The cursor comes to life as I log into tumblr.
But what is this? A message in my inbox! Excited, I look to see what it is.
My face falls. The harsh words burn in my brain.
Anonymous said: ur a bitch and ur not funny
My hand trembles. Perhaps in another world, you and I would be friends, dear anon. Perhaps we would be in a relationship. Sadly, in this world you have just announced yourself as my enemy.
My body crumples, and I fall from the chair. My mother, hearing the thump rushes in. She sees the words on the screen and my broken form and bursts into tears. Is this what you wanted dear anon?
Flash forward to ten years from now. I’ve found you. Your grey face, lined with those cool sunglasses stare up at me, as if asking me if I want to do this.
No, I don’t. But I must avenge myself. The gun feels heavy in my hands.
My hand trembles, but my finger still rests on the trigger.
Suddenly, I drop the gun. It clatters on the floor. Now, I am sobbing. I cannot do this.
I feel your eyes on me, laced with disappointment. But I can’t do it.
End of scene 1.
Kakeru: hey, do you know what “wall bump” is?
Naho: I don’t know…
Kakeru: I heard it’s something boys do to girls that makes their heart race
Kakeru: I think it’s done like this
Naho: y-you’re right. My heart is racing…
Kakeru: s-so it’s true
im starting to see those “dont use ouija boards for fun they are very dangerous!!!!!!!” posts and id like to ask everyone who reblogs them what its like to be a fucking nerd
this is exactly the kind of post a ghost would make to trick you into using a ouija board. look out kids, the spoops are gettin crafty.