The Scariest Story of All time: Difference between revisions

[[File:Evil_computer.jpg|thumb|The scariest part of this story is not the computer.]]

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:19.5px;">“Well,” I thought to myself, “at least I have dinner”. I brought the fish inside and cooked it. It was delicious and made me feel a bit better about having to dress weird. Little did I know that the scariest thing was yet to come. I turned on the radio, hoping to take my mind off of bad 70s fashion but what played...what played was not music. It was some kind of...pseudo pop that was making my ears bleed. I started to yell in terror. The music continued to play in such a horrible tone that I blew up. And that was the end. I was cursed to haunt the apartment ever more but at least I didn't have to wear 70s fashion. That is what I thought but...when I looked down I saw I was wearing bell bottoms. I felt my head and realized that it was fixed into an afro like doo. I had to be dressed like that...for all eternity. I could never change the style no matter how many years passed. The 2000s came up but I was still dressed in that horrible fashion. The weird 70s music played around me forever in my own horrible existence. Unchanging. Until the end of time.</span>

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