The Moist Towelette
Yesterday afternoon, I went to the supermarket to buy assorted discount Halloween Cereal. Frankenberry, Boo berry, and Count chocula - it was very spook. But it gets more spook.
As I walked towards the checkout, a sign said "Moist Towelette 90% Off." As I am a man with good taste in various cleaning products, I quickly indulged myself in acquiring this rare delicatessen. I purchased my goods and went home.
That night, last night, I went to take a spoop and decided to break my new towelettes in. I opened the package, and took one - but to my disgust, it was dry! I threw the package behind me as I washed my hands and went to bed.
I woke up at midnight. I had to piss something fierce. I went to relieve myself, and in my half-awake haze, used the towelettes to wash my hands. However, this morning I realised it was moist!
I ran to the washroom and confirmed my suspicions. The towelettes sat on the counter - stained red and brown, moist as could be. Obviously, a spooky ghost haunted my towelettes! I've spent all day hiding in my basement from the ghost.
Part 2
I tried to hack the ghost with my computer but when I swung it he disappeared. I knew this was my chance and ran for the door. I knew this was a passage back to the safety of my room.
When I arrived at my room, I flopped on the bed after my ordeal. After a minute I sat up and there it was - right outside my ghost circle that runs around my room - the box of Boo Berry, near my Pirates of the Carribean collection. The spooky siege had begun.
Seconds turned into minutes. The waiting had begun. Around the 10 minute mark I was starving, my emaciated ribs showing through my triple layer thermal jacket. The room was hot, and to keep the cold in I put more clothes on. After another 5 minutes, I knew I needed food right then.
I decided to put my sheet over my head to masquerade as a ghost escaping from the room. Breathing was getting hard. I ran out of my room - Suddenly, I felt a weight on my foot! The spectre had got me!
I knew that I had no choice. A voice in my head said "Dead men tell no tales - enjoy your visit." I knew my time in this world would not be much longer.
Knowing this, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the towelettes. I grabbed the boo berry on my way downstairs. I grabbed a bowl, spoon, and milk - my instruments of torture. I was about to become a cereal killer.
I mixed the milk, towelettes and boo berry in a bowl. I quickly shoveled it down my maw.
Two birds with one stone - or so I thought.
Minutes later I felt strange stomach pain. The ghost had possessed me! I felt an urge to throw up and purge myself of the ghost, so I ran to the toilet once more. I vomited for the rest of the day. I fear the ghost may return, even angrier...
Credited to IQuoteRelevantSongs
| Comments • 0 |
Loading comments...
|
