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Originally Posted by Gunmaster45
...I tried to call for help, but my vocal cords ripped. Horrified, I stepped back and fell down the stairs. Grandma was walking up them. She wasn't quick enough. I pushed what I hoped was grandma's unconcious body off me and crawled to the phone. I grabbed the cord and pulled. The phone receiver fell on my head and knocked me unconcious. I woke up in a pawn shop basement with two rednecks, and some BDSM monster they called "The Gimp". That's all I remember.
...Sorry, felt like finishing your horror story for you.  |
There aren't any stairs in my house and if I woke up in a basement with 2 rednecks, odds are I'd be related to one of them, so they would let me go