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One day when I was a wee 14 year old boy I was bored and decided to watch squidgirl with friends. It was my first time seeing anime and I was poisoned by the mob mentality within the mumble, and soon found someone else taking my place, crawling in my skin. My pure, young childhood innocence immediately snapped and swapped with something more sinful, sinister, and shock-inducing. Ever since that day 5 years ago I've now turned into a homosexual japanimaniac, and my mind is riddled with anime girls bouncing around and me running late to class with toast in my mouth. My childhood self tries to rebel at times and deny my appreciation for japanimation but the new dark self takes reins and masks my pure self away. I Became The Gay Weaboo.
The end.
One day when I was a wee 14 year old boy I was bored and decided to watch squidgirl with friends. It was my first time seeing anime and I was poisoned by the mob mentality within the mumble, and soon found someone else taking my place, crawling in my skin. My pure, young childhood innocence immediately snapped and swapped with something more sinful, sinister, and shock-inducing. Ever since that day 5 years ago I've now turned into a homosexual japanimaniac, and my mind is riddled with anime girls bouncing around and me running late to class with toast in my mouth. My childhood self tries to rebel at times and deny my appreciation for japanimation but the new dark self takes reins and masks my pure self away. I Became The Gay Weaboo.
The end.
The end.
fen_One day when I was a wee 14 year old boy I was bored and decided to watch squidgirl with friends. It was my first time seeing anime and I was poisoned by mob mentality, finding someone else taking my place, getting under my skin. My pure, young childhood innocence being snapped and swapped with something more sinful, sinister, and shock-inducing. Ever since that day 5 years ago I've now turned into a homosexual japanimaniac, and my mind is riddled with anime girls bouncing around and me running late to class with toast in my mouth. My childhood self tries to rebel at times and deny my appreciation for japanimation but the new dark self takes reins and masks my pure self away. I Became The Gay Weaboo.
The end.
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[quote=fen_]One day when I was a wee 14 year old boy I was bored and decided to watch squidgirl with friends. It was my first time seeing anime and I was poisoned by mob mentality, finding someone else taking my place, getting under my skin. My pure, young childhood innocence being snapped and swapped with something more sinful, sinister, and shock-inducing. Ever since that day 5 years ago I've now turned into a homosexual japanimaniac, and my mind is riddled with anime girls bouncing around and me running late to class with toast in my mouth. My childhood self tries to rebel at times and deny my appreciation for japanimation but the new dark self takes reins and masks my pure self away. I Became The Gay Weaboo.
The end.[/quote]
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“Okay, now it’s your turn!” Chloe cheered loudly.
“Sssshhh! You’re going to wake up your mom,” said Krissie.
“Oops, sorry. Teehee… So truth or dare?”
“Erm… truth…” Krissie seemed to be hesitating, but Chloe couldn’t have it.
“Why truth? That’s boring! You never pick dare… Chicken!”
“But I…”
“Chicken! Chicken!” Chloe crossed her arms and turned away.
“Fine. Dare then. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to… Go to my mother’s room, flicker the lights and slam the bedroom door shut,” Chloe pointed towards the door in the hallway. Right next to Chloe’s bedroom, facing the stairs. “Just to scare my mother, because she forbade us to talk so late at night,”
“Are you sure?” Asked Krissie. “Won’t I get caught? Maybe she’ll find out we’ve been up all this time. Maybe she’ll get mad and maybe I won’t be able to come over anymore,”
“Why of course not, silly! She’ll probably blame me anyways. Now go for it, go,”
Krissie went into the hallway and as Chloe said, she flickered the lights, closed the bedroom door with a loud slam, enjoying the sound of her mother’s loud gasp and returned to Chloe’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. They giggled together about what Krissie just did.
The giggling stopped when Chloe’s mother had found her way to the hallway, stomping towards Chloe’s room frustrated. Chloe quickly gathered the Ouija board, candles, books and other mickmack, threw it in a corner, jumped in her bed and pretended to be asleep.
Her mother opened the door, about to say something, but didn’t. She sighed, stood there for a second, then closed the door again. She retrieved to her bedroom, went back to sleep, keeping the lights on and the door closed this time.
After a few minutes Chloe crawled out of bed quietly, grabbed the Ouija board and searched the ground for the playing chart. She then sat down in the middle of the room again, lighting four candles and spelling out the words:
“That was a close call,” on the Ouija board.
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“Okay, now it’s your turn!” Chloe cheered loudly.
“Sssshhh! You’re going to wake up your mom,” said Krissie.
“Oops, sorry. Teehee… So truth or dare?”
“Erm… truth…” Krissie seemed to be hesitating, but Chloe couldn’t have it.
“Why truth? That’s boring! You never pick dare… Chicken!”
“But I…”
“Chicken! Chicken!” Chloe crossed her arms and turned away.
“Fine. Dare then. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to… Go to my mother’s room, flicker the lights and slam the bedroom door shut,” Chloe pointed towards the door in the hallway. Right next to Chloe’s bedroom, facing the stairs. “Just to scare my mother, because she forbade us to talk so late at night,”
“Are you sure?” Asked Krissie. “Won’t I get caught? Maybe she’ll find out we’ve been up all this time. Maybe she’ll get mad and maybe I won’t be able to come over anymore,”
“Why of course not, silly! She’ll probably blame me anyways. Now go for it, go,”
Krissie went into the hallway and as Chloe said, she flickered the lights, closed the bedroom door with a loud slam, enjoying the sound of her mother’s loud gasp and returned to Chloe’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. They giggled together about what Krissie just did.
The giggling stopped when Chloe’s mother had found her way to the hallway, stomping towards Chloe’s room frustrated. Chloe quickly gathered the Ouija board, candles, books and other mickmack, threw it in a corner, jumped in her bed and pretended to be asleep.
Her mother opened the door, about to say something, but didn’t. She sighed, stood there for a second, then closed the door again. She retrieved to her bedroom, went back to sleep, keeping the lights on and the door closed this time.
After a few minutes Chloe crawled out of bed quietly, grabbed the Ouija board and searched the ground for the playing chart. She then sat down in the middle of the room again, lighting four candles and spelling out the words:
“That was a close call,” on the Ouija board.
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“Sssshhh! You’re going to wake up your mom,” said Krissie.
“Oops, sorry. Teehee… So truth or dare?”
“Erm… truth…” Krissie seemed to be hesitating, but Chloe couldn’t have it.
“Why truth? That’s boring! You never pick dare… Chicken!”
“But I…”
“Chicken! Chicken!” Chloe crossed her arms and turned away.
“Fine. Dare then. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to… Go to my mother’s room, flicker the lights and slam the bedroom door shut,” Chloe pointed towards the door in the hallway. Right next to Chloe’s bedroom, facing the stairs. “Just to scare my mother, because she forbade us to talk so late at night,”
“Are you sure?” Asked Krissie. “Won’t I get caught? Maybe she’ll find out we’ve been up all this time. Maybe she’ll get mad and maybe I won’t be able to come over anymore,”
“Why of course not, silly! She’ll probably blame me anyways. Now go for it, go,”
Krissie went into the hallway and as Chloe said, she flickered the lights, closed the bedroom door with a loud slam, enjoying the sound of her mother’s loud gasp and returned to Chloe’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. They giggled together about what Krissie just did.
The giggling stopped when Chloe’s mother had found her way to the hallway, stomping towards Chloe’s room frustrated. Chloe quickly gathered the Ouija board, candles, books and other mickmack, threw it in a corner, jumped in her bed and pretended to be asleep.
Her mother opened the door, about to say something, but didn’t. She sighed, stood there for a second, then closed the door again. She retrieved to her bedroom, went back to sleep, keeping the lights on and the door closed this time.
After a few minutes Chloe crawled out of bed quietly, grabbed the Ouija board and searched the ground for the playing chart. She then sat down in the middle of the room again, lighting four candles and spelling out the words:
“That was a close call,” on the Ouija board.
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I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. There was constantly something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified.
One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little anime girl in my bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little anime girl with pink curled hair and a school uniform. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 2010. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn't see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.
As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming... darker. I started feeling like she wasn't really a little anime girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathetic image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind.
One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn't told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. Right after she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later she walked back in with a puzzled look on her face and said "So, there's a little anime girl in your bathroom". "Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Pink hair?" "Curls? School uniform? Yeah. You know that's not really a little anime girl, don't you?" I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want to believe).
Eventually we moved out and I could not have been happier. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. Then, when I was 18, I took another friend on a road trip to pack up a few things I'd left in the house (my parents hadn't managed to sell it, and wouldn't for 5 more years). The minute we got on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. When we came around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. I could tell something was wrong, but he insisted he was OK, so we got to work. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine. Not 20 seconds after he left, he came running back in, gasping for breath, and slammed the bedroom door behind him. He started babbling about a little pink haired anime girl who isn't really a little anime girl. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said "She's not happy. With you. You left, and you weren't supposed to". We threw whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got the fuck out at top speed. I hate anime.
I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. There was constantly something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified.
One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little anime girl in my bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little anime girl with pink curled hair and a school uniform. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 2010. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn't see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.
As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming... darker. I started feeling like she wasn't really a little anime girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathetic image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind.
One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn't told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. Right after she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later she walked back in with a puzzled look on her face and said "So, there's a little anime girl in your bathroom". "Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Pink hair?" "Curls? School uniform? Yeah. You know that's not really a little anime girl, don't you?" I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want to believe).
Eventually we moved out and I could not have been happier. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. Then, when I was 18, I took another friend on a road trip to pack up a few things I'd left in the house (my parents hadn't managed to sell it, and wouldn't for 5 more years). The minute we got on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. When we came around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. I could tell something was wrong, but he insisted he was OK, so we got to work. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine. Not 20 seconds after he left, he came running back in, gasping for breath, and slammed the bedroom door behind him. He started babbling about a little pink haired anime girl who isn't really a little anime girl. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said "She's not happy. With you. You left, and you weren't supposed to". We threw whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got the fuck out at top speed. I hate anime.
One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little anime girl in my bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little anime girl with pink curled hair and a school uniform. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 2010. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn't see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.
As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming... darker. I started feeling like she wasn't really a little anime girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathetic image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind.
One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn't told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. Right after she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later she walked back in with a puzzled look on her face and said "So, there's a little anime girl in your bathroom". "Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Pink hair?" "Curls? School uniform? Yeah. You know that's not really a little anime girl, don't you?" I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want to believe).
Eventually we moved out and I could not have been happier. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. Then, when I was 18, I took another friend on a road trip to pack up a few things I'd left in the house (my parents hadn't managed to sell it, and wouldn't for 5 more years). The minute we got on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. When we came around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. I could tell something was wrong, but he insisted he was OK, so we got to work. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine. Not 20 seconds after he left, he came running back in, gasping for breath, and slammed the bedroom door behind him. He started babbling about a little pink haired anime girl who isn't really a little anime girl. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said "She's not happy. With you. You left, and you weren't supposed to". We threw whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got the fuck out at top speed. I hate anime.
2-3 years ago i had a halloween party at my small as fuck house, i only invited about 15 people but by word of mouth/friends bringing friends it quickly grew to about three times as many attendants. my friend and i have a band together and we played our first show in my living room that night. i was really drunk by like 8pm. since my house is small people were chilling on the porch/randomly standing around my back yard, and that was kind of bugging me. i remember walking to the back yard and finding some kid all alone in the farthest corner of my yard (actually have a pretty big yard with a lot of trees, so it was super dark where he was) and he's way out of it, i thought he was just drunk but he told me he was on acid. so i kind of trip sit this kid for a few minutes until i reconnect him with his friends. around 9 or 10 someone mentions another party in the next town over, so all ~50 of us wind up migrating by foot, which is not a far walk but it was extremely amusing to see so many people moving in the same direction at once, most of us stumbling around and in funny costumes. we walk along the beach to get to the other party (i live on the shore) and i recall drunken rambling to all my friends and this girl who would not stop staring at me and was showing clear interest (i wound up dating her the very next day for a short few months). so we get to the other party, this is where shit gets golden (at least in my mind, you guys may think otherwise but oh well). so a whole crowd of about 30-40 people (some split off/went home) is outside of this house, no one knows who lives there or who told us to come to this party, everyone is like "umm how do we get in, whose friend lives here?" generally confused, im like "hey fuck it, its a party right" so i just knock on the door like a normal human being, the door opens an equal amount of people on the inside are staring directly at me like "who the fuck is this?" somebody asks "who is this?" and luckily i was dressed as a mime, so i kind of stand there and dont say anything and fortunately someone inside goes "its the mime, duh!!" and everyone starts drunkenly cheering and shit. so i walk in, start consuming more alcohol, making friends, eventually im in the backyard having this really deep drunk conversation with some hot girl who i will never find out what her name was or what she looked like (RIP), this is where it gets bittersweet- it was approaching that point where the girl and i were about to start macking it when people come running from the house into the backyard, i hear the word "cops" and immediately shoot up and start booking it. i jumped over a few fences, somehow come around to the front of the house and see two cop cars parked infront of the house. i sneak behind a few parked cars and make it down the street to one of my friends houses, where a couple of my friends and i find each other. at this point everything dies down and we leg it back home, but i remember one of the cops seeing me and shouting toward me "you got anything to say, mime?!" to which i said absolutely nothing. i stopped in a 7-11 to wash my face paint off because i was somewhat paranoid about police, also somehow recall getting a few towns over to this fried chicken place that stays open til 4am and eating some late night grub there. i tried for a while to figure out who the girl that i was going to start hooking up with was, but could not gather a bit of information about her. one of my friends swears he knows who she is and said i was better off not hooking up, because shes "a slut" and i would have gotten herpes. not really spooky, a shit load of fun in my mind, definitely the best halloween ive had so far.
2-3 years ago i had a halloween party at my small as fuck house, i only invited about 15 people but by word of mouth/friends bringing friends it quickly grew to about three times as many attendants. my friend and i have a band together and we played our first show in my living room that night. i was really drunk by like 8pm. since my house is small people were chilling on the porch/randomly standing around my back yard, and that was kind of bugging me. i remember walking to the back yard and finding some kid all alone in the farthest corner of my yard (actually have a pretty big yard with a lot of trees, so it was super dark where he was) and he's way out of it, i thought he was just drunk but he told me he was on acid. so i kind of trip sit this kid for a few minutes until i reconnect him with his friends. around 9 or 10 someone mentions another party in the next town over, so all ~50 of us wind up migrating by foot, which is not a far walk but it was extremely amusing to see so many people moving in the same direction at once, most of us stumbling around and in funny costumes. we walk along the beach to get to the other party (i live on the shore) and i recall drunken rambling to all my friends and this girl who would not stop staring at me and was showing clear interest (i wound up dating her the very next day for a short few months). so we get to the other party, this is where shit gets golden (at least in my mind, you guys may think otherwise but oh well). so a whole crowd of about 30-40 people (some split off/went home) is outside of this house, no one knows who lives there or who told us to come to this party, everyone is like "umm how do we get in, whose friend lives here?" generally confused, im like "hey fuck it, its a party right" so i just knock on the door like a normal human being, the door opens an equal amount of people on the inside are staring directly at me like "who the fuck is this?" somebody asks "who is this?" and luckily i was dressed as a mime, so i kind of stand there and dont say anything and fortunately someone inside goes "its the mime, duh!!" and everyone starts drunkenly cheering and shit. so i walk in, start consuming more alcohol, making friends, eventually im in the backyard having this really deep drunk conversation with some hot girl who i will never find out what her name was or what she looked like (RIP), this is where it gets bittersweet- it was approaching that point where the girl and i were about to start macking it when people come running from the house into the backyard, i hear the word "cops" and immediately shoot up and start booking it. i jumped over a few fences, somehow come around to the front of the house and see two cop cars parked infront of the house. i sneak behind a few parked cars and make it down the street to one of my friends houses, where a couple of my friends and i find each other. at this point everything dies down and we leg it back home, but i remember one of the cops seeing me and shouting toward me "you got anything to say, mime?!" to which i said absolutely nothing. i stopped in a 7-11 to wash my face paint off because i was somewhat paranoid about police, also somehow recall getting a few towns over to this fried chicken place that stays open til 4am and eating some late night grub there. i tried for a while to figure out who the girl that i was going to start hooking up with was, but could not gather a bit of information about her. one of my friends swears he knows who she is and said i was better off not hooking up, because shes "a slut" and i would have gotten herpes. not really spooky, a shit load of fun in my mind, definitely the best halloween ive had so far.
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