Thursday, December 1, 2011
It's so windy outside.
It's so windy outside. Do you know what it's like, being in a little office in a seemingly unstable building, listening to the wind howling. And making your building sound all creaky? And it's dark outside? And all you can see are a couple street lights? But what if a serial killer just...looked inside that window right there? That window doesn't look very unbreakable. Weapons in this room: sharp thing on the tape dispenser. Trash bag. Pen. Calculator. Paper crane. Oh gosh the wind is howling again. Rubber band. Strange light that just flashed. Mercy, are there ghosts in here? The ghost of my father oohh my phone just vibrated is going to appear and tell me to write my hamlet on essay. wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooincestuoussheetswoooooooooooooavengemewoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Posted by Hermana Kaela Carter at 9:21 PM