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| I Ain't Afraid of No Ghosts; ~Anna~ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 23 2010, 11:27 PM (43 Views) | |
| Drake | Jul 23 2010, 11:27 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() VIDEO SEGMENT[/align] It appears this time around we find Anna in a bedroom. The place looks like a whirlwind has just finished ravaging the interior of the room. Lamps are overturned, a clock radio is broken on the floor, clothes are flung about, a chair rests upside down on top of the queen sized mattress. In short the place is an utter disaster. Every light in the room appears to be on; the main overhead lights are on, the beside lamps glow from their tipped position, and various glowsticks are scattered across the room. It is impossible to be sure but it might be that other lights outside of the view of the camera are also illuminated. Near the foot of the bed on the floor, we see a very large lump covered by the bedspread. This lump moves slightly of its own accord before going still again. The camera focuses on this mass for a moment until finally a pink haired and wide eyed Anna stick her head out ever so slightly from underneath the comforter. Anna: I see dead people. With a shriek, Anna appears to have startled herself as she darts back under the covers. Still hidden away from the camera, we can just barely hear the muffled words from Anna under the blanket. Anna: There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. Once again Anna peers out from under the blanket, she appears genuinely saddened by the fact that her Wizard of Oz incantation did not mystically bring her back to her home. She retreats back under the blanket and appears to be mumbling to herself. Anna: Catherine was a ghost but now she is a zombie. Or was she a phantom and is now a mummy? Emily still looks like something from the pit of Hell itself, ugly hell that is. I am surrounded by demons, witches, and just a wall of weird. I don’t fear the boogeyman! I am not scared of anything. Well maybe Rick Nul…no! I am not scared of anything! Anna does not come out from her not so clever hiding place, but her mumbling becomes inaudible for a moment. When the viewer is finally able to hear Anna again, her face is once again shaking. Anna: I thought this was professional wrestling not a bad episode of Buffy the Lesbian Slayer. Wait…Buffy wasn’t gay. That witch was though…that means that Catherine is a witch! A zombie witch! As absurd and completely stupid as that might sound, surely it is true. I saw it on TV. That has to make it true. It appears Anna is fidgeting under the blanket. That or she has an itch. Really hard to say what exactly is going on under Anna’s blanket fortress but one can tell there is some sort of confined movement going on under there. Anna: How am I supposed to have a wrestling match when the dead ghosts are made flesh? This isn’t wrestling! It is some cheesy Twilight ripoff! Where there ghosts in Twilight? Whatever. I got it! If Emily is going to conjure the forces of evil, then I will just have to summon the power of light! I wonder who I'm gonna call... Throwing back the covers off of her body, Anna emerges with a giant smile on her face. She pops up to her feet and bounces with joy. Anna: Thought you outwitted me did you Slutfield? Nothing will be able to stop me from stomping in your face. Not even a zombie bodyguard can save you from a thrashing! I will triumph and eat pancakes drenched in your blood as a victory feast! Purple your goldfish then hooker. Leaving the room a mess and the lights still glowing, Anna darts out of the room with her delusional fear now seemingly evaporated. |
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