segunda-feira, 1 de novembro de 2010

Scary story - CHAPTER 1

(AVISO: ESTA HISTÓRIA É APENAS EM INGLÊS!)
(WARNING: THIS STORY IS IN ENGLISH ONLY!)

Once upon a time, there was this guy named Teddy.
By the time the story goes by, Teddy is 18 years old and has a real pretty girlfriend named Juliet.
Ok. So, There was Teddy, in his pretty huge residence, eating some Nachos and watching Tv.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
He rushed to pick it up.
- Hello! Hello!- said him, desperatly.
- Hello.
And then Teddy heard a thunder.
He went back to his comfy sofa and continued watching the television show, but he was still very concerned about that phone call.
Out of nowhere came another thunder.
And then somebody knocked on the door.
- Who's this?- said Teddy, lazy enough to not stand up and get the door.
Total silence.
- Who's there???
Nobody answered.
Teddy started to get really worried.
He stood up and looked outside the window.
He couldn't see nothing but the grass and the sidewalk.
He went back to the sofa.
A few hours later, Teddy was asleep. His mother entered home, and saw him lying on the couch with the tv on.
- YA LAZY MOTHAFUGGA! WHATAYA THIK'YA'DOIN'?
- Sorry mom, I fell asleep, it was...
- NO EXCUSES!!!!
- Momma, you don't need to be so callous...
- YEP! OTHERWISE, YOU WOULD NOT LISTEN TO ME!
- Ok mom. I'll take a shower and then I'll clean your bathroom.
- NOW THAT'S BETTER!!!!
Teddy went upstairs and started pullin' his clothes off.
He got into the shower, and right away somebody knocked on the door and screamed.
- Wait a secoond!!!!- He said.
After he left some shampoo on the toilet floor, he opened the door. No one was there. He went back in the shower, and finished washing his pubic hair.
HE got off the shower and sat on his bed. He was thinking about how amazing that day was for him and for everybody else. What a great life!
He dressed himself and went to his mother's bathroom.
It was smelling like SHIT( literally) since his grandparents left that house.

TO BE CONTINUED

2 comentários:

  1. eu tbm falei isso pra iza...
    Ah, é ela quem tá escrevendo essa história... E sou eu quem tá escrevendo Natloz agora! :)

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