I was going to sue my parents, remember? Except I think it was mostly my father's doing. And my mom was the one who fixed it all.
Liz, if we fucked all the boys, I think they'd be quite happy. Its the opposite of what you want to do when you are upset with them.
Today, I walked home from quite a distance. It was night by the time I started walking. And though the weather was quite nice, it was a slight bit chilly out due to wind. The first half of the distance went well, until I heard something rustle in the leaves behind me, and some twigs break. Obviously, at this point, something with no face, but a huge grin and sharp teeth, that walked on its ankles, was following me. I could hear the drool drip off its teeth, and the clacking of its claws. So at this point, I started walking quicker.
I eventually lost the thing in a neighbor hood, that reminded me of growing up. That neighborhood lead to a field. In that field was a loud bat, who was swooping and calling. It got dreadfully close to me, and that's when I realized that it wasn't looking for bugs, it was looking for me. I knew it wanted to bite me, so I headed towards a strip mall at the end of the field, where I ducked into a locally owned grocery store. I hung around for a few minutes, and when I went back outside I could have sworn I was safe from the bat, but lo and behold, I was not. As soon as I got to the end of the street, I heard his shriek again. I turned down the first street to get away from him.
All seemed to be going well, as I walked down those dark street. I heard no noises. Nothing was too freightening, everything was going smoothly. I encountered a rock with a face, who looked like an orge all rolled up, but it did me no harm. When I made it to Main Street, I was almost home. I cut through the courthouse, and down through the parking lot. And that's where I heard it.
It sounded like heavy cutting, like two thick, sharp, metal blades crashing into each other. And also like thick points hitting the ground, clack clack clop. Obviously it was some sort of creature with hedge clipper legs. Its top would be parts of a mannequin, with bright red lips, and pencil thin eyebrows, with a stern but sullen look on its face.
Nervously, I continued walking towards my house. I was almost there. But everytime I stopped, I could hear it. Slice slice clack clack clop.
I picked up the pace again, and I made it home safe. I am now laying in bed, wishing for sleep. It is pouring down rain, and the wind is howling, and every now and then, I heard a thud! and it is quiete scary. Obviously the two creatures are back to finish their jobs. Obviously.
tl;dr : I have an over active imagination for a 20 year old female, and it is getting the best of me.