DrScorp10

    "Go to the bloopers!" Jeff shouted, knife waving lazily towards the television. You sighed, grabbing another handful of buttered popcorn and shoved it in your mouth. BEN groaned from his spot next to you and switched it to the bloopers. There was nothing really exciting or comical happening, to the dismay of you and the killers scattered around the room. About once a month, the whole mansion (minus Slendy) got together for a movie night, typically horror, not that anyone ever minded that genre in this house.          The television flickered before fading to a black screen as the mov

Hopping down the last few steps, you slid into the living room in your socks. “Heeeelllloooo everyone!” You said with a giggle, trying hard not to slip on the floor. Jeff looked over at you with an unamused expression clearly written on his face. “Really (y/n)? We’ve been waiting on you forever!” He groaned impatiently. You glanced sheepishly at the TV. It was on the play menu of “The Conjuring” obviously waiting to be started. “Oops. Sorry, I was trying to find my (f/c) pillow.” You said, lifting said pillow in the air for emphasis. BEN smirked, “Little (y/n) scared of the movie alr

       I’ve always been paranoid.       I’ve accepted that fact and try to keep it… reasonable.       But this is just… too much.       I was just walking home, minding my own business. I take the same shortcut from the bar I work at, cutting through a relatively abandoned part of town lined with rotting storefronts and warehouses.       I always take this route. It’s quicker, quieter, and comfortable to me. I much prefer the open air of the abandoned area to the cramped space of a bus or subway. I go this way no matter rain or shine, hot or cold. Some people believe I’m an idiot – that I’m