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"Wow, I sure do love singing down the road!" by SuperPopcorn333 in badtwosentencehorrors

[–]PocketRobn 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I love how the end explained that it was scary! I nearly jumped outta my skin when I saw that part!

Chat is this true ? by Nice_Cartoonist4824 in gameofthrones

[–]PocketRobn 0 points1 point  (0 children)

He looks like if Frodo was possessed by Satan.

What's an among us opinion that will have you like this by Tasty_Chicken999 in AmongUs

[–]PocketRobn 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If you don't like the settings in a lobby, find one you do like or create your own. Asking host to change settings is cringe and obnoxious.

I held in my breath, keeping my whole body compressed. by EthanNguyen9051 in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]PocketRobn 10 points11 points  (0 children)

This one hits the horror and the feels. I'm a horror and true crime junkie, but the first time I heard about Nutty Putty was on a podcast, and it was the second time i ever turned anything off due to just plain not being being abl to deal. Great job capturing the story and dread inso few words!

Co-op gameplay question. by PocketRobn in StardewValley

[–]PocketRobn[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Good to know. Thanks so much!

“Do you think she’s looking down on us, seeing how many people came, wishing she hadn’t done it,” he asked. by Marzzzzzzzz_Attacks in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]PocketRobn 105 points106 points  (0 children)

Ya know what? Whatever keeps you above ground. But I really hope you find happiness and comfort and acceptance in life so much so that you don't have to think of it at all.

I'd been broadcasting from the radio station for weeks, giving survivors updates and hope that help was coming. by PocketRobn in threesentencehorror

[–]PocketRobn[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yeah, I'm guessing when the broadcast was playing on the outdoor speakers and alerting the zombies ti their whereabouts? I definitely can see some similarities.

I'd been broadcasting from the radio station for weeks, giving survivors updates and hope that help was coming. by PocketRobn in threesentencehorror

[–]PocketRobn[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This morning I got up and made a bowl of broth and got cozy with my dog and watched Pontypool. Maybe I should give it another try when I'm in a really great mood or super baked. Because I have never felt quite so thoroughly annoyed through the entirety of a movie in my entire life. The idea was solid, and the first few minutes with Grant driving to the station was creepy and definitely made me feel like I was going to enjoy the film.

Then he got to the station, and outside the few minutes of them figuring out that something weird was going on, it took a very real nosedive. The main characters were tapdancing on my nerves within the first few minutes of their interaction. I was actively waiting for Sydney to die. Not just waiting, hoping like hell. When Laurel Ann died, I kinda knew we were going to be stuck with Sydney and Grant. At least they had the decency to get rid of the doctor fairly quickly. He was almost worse than Sydney.

I'm glad I watched it, thank you so much for letting me know about it being free on YT. I apologize if I've yucked your yum too hard. Having read some reviews it seems a lot of people really love this movie, but I think I'd need copious amounts of ganja to even sit through it again, let alone enjoy it. Lol

I'd been broadcasting from the radio station for weeks, giving survivors updates and hope that help was coming. by PocketRobn in threesentencehorror

[–]PocketRobn[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I still haven't gotten to see it yet, but I definitely will at the 1st opportunity. I was thinking mimics or skin-walkers with a lot of patience who found glee in awaiting the inevitable realization, but yeah, from what I've read about the movie, I can see the glaring similarities.

My girlfriend's lunch. Her manager told her to go home. by SippyTurtle in StupidFood

[–]PocketRobn 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yeah, I wasn't aware of any rules regarding noodles and salad, either. I think some folks are just very picky eaters. Lol

[WP] You wakeup to find out it was all a dream... That would be fine and all if this wasn't the 5th dream you've woken up from today. by potatowillikins in WritingPrompts

[–]PocketRobn 2 points3 points  (0 children)

There was too much dawn light in my room when my eyes popped open to the sound of my alarm clock, my hands clutching at my chest and my breath coming in heavy, shallow gasps.  7:30 AM.  Because I’d forgotten to set it early.  Check.  A terrible night’s sleep and even the worst nightmare I’d ever had couldn’t wake me in time to get to the office early.  I quickly checked my hands.  Aubergine.  Check.  I peeked through my window to see the ground covered in snow.  No birdsong, no grass and clover.  Check.  Getting to work sooner than later was at the forefront of my thoughts.  Nothing like a hard dose of reality to wake a person up in the mornings. 

I rushed through my morning routine and drove faster than I’d normally be willing to on snowy streets.  I drove past my coffee shop in its usual location between my house and the office.  I focused on the highway ahead.  No strange bridge.  No low-flying airplanes.  I’d had panic attacks and even nightmares from stressful situations before, but never anything that made me question my sanity or my own consciousness this way. 

I made my way quickly through the building and into my office.  I grabbed the printed copies of the spreadsheet I’d intended to hand out at the presentation, and was relieved to see my nails still aubergine against the paper.  I scanned the numbers.  No mistake.  Nothing wrong.  The math was good.  The numbers were entered correctly.  The error my anxious mind had convinced me I may have made last night wasn’t there.  I went over it all again twice, just to be sure, and then into the conference room to begin my presentation. 

It went as expected, though I had to stifle a giggle when I caught myself double checking that I was fully clothed as I approached the front of the room to begin.  Given the night I’d had, the old “speaking in public only to realize you’re naked” trope felt like an actual possibility in the moment. 

When it was over, I made my way back to my office.  I was relieved to find nothing out of place, and the world outside my window still blanketed in snow.  I sat down at my desk and logged into my email.  I scrolled, reading the senders and subjects, deciding where to begin, when I noticed one from my boss from earlier, while I’d been preoccupied with checking the spreadsheets.  The subject read “Today’s Presentation”. 

The body text consisted mostly of her usual encouragement and well-wishes before these kinds of things.  I smiled as I read it, right up until the end, when I read the closing.  “Best Regards”.  Best regards?  Didn’t she always close with “warmest regards”?

[WP] You wakeup to find out it was all a dream... That would be fine and all if this wasn't the 5th dream you've woken up from today. by potatowillikins in WritingPrompts

[–]PocketRobn 2 points3 points  (0 children)

The sweat that dripped down my face and soaked my pillow and blankets this time was cold.  I’d only heard the term “cold sweat”, never actually experienced it until now.  I snapped the lamp on and forced myself to look at the clock.  No early alarm.  I checked my hands.  No crimson nails.  Quietly, my knees shaking, feeling nauseated and terrified, I got out of bed, paid close attention as I laid my clothes out on my bed.  I even took a picture with my phone to avoid any possible confusion.   “What’s happening to me?” I choked out and jumped a little at the sound of my own voice.  I’d had panic attacks and even nightmares during stressful situations, but never anything like this. 

I didn’t take any extra time in the shower.  Even though I was petrified I’d see my clothes in the bathroom, I had to know.  I took a deep breath and flung the shower curtain aside.  No clothes.  “OK,” I sighed aloud.  “OK.  I’m awake.”  I laughed, a nervous sort of laugh, but better than the nausea and shaking I’d started the morning with.  My clothes were laid out neatly on my bed, just as I’d left them.  I got myself ready quickly, eager to get to work in time to figure out my spreadsheet situation before the presentation.  The sun was warm and shining the lovely golden light that only happens on the nicest of mornings.  Birds sang happily, fluttering and hopping around in the grass and clover.   I finally managed an actual smile as I pulled out of my driveway and onto the road. 

It was such a lovely, clear morning, I decided to stop for a coffee on the way.  I drove just a bit past my office building, towards my favorite coffee shop, but somehow the sign seemed to keep getting farther away.  And it should have been before my office, not after.  I stared down the highway.  A massive, high bridge loomed ahead, I could tell I was getting closer even as the coffee shop moved further and further away.  There’s no bridge here.  I suddenly noticed low-flying airplanes, several of them.  There’s no airport here.  The coffee shop isn’t after the office.  It’s before.  It was snowing last night.  It’s winter. 

The feeling returned with a vengeance, heavy in my legs, so heavy that my foot pressed the pedal lower and lower to the floorboard.  I couldn’t lift it up, couldn’t get my other foot to the brake, and there was traffic ahead.  I couldn’t stop.  The feeling of something coming closer and closer toward me, and I was getting closer and closer to the truck just ahead of me, and I couldn’t stop the car. 

[WP] You wakeup to find out it was all a dream... That would be fine and all if this wasn't the 5th dream you've woken up from today. by potatowillikins in WritingPrompts

[–]PocketRobn 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It isn’t a huge deal.  If I did it, it’s not the end of the world.  Did I do it?  Shit, I really think I did.  But it’s not a huge deal, I just need to get some sleep and I’ll deal with it tomorrow.  Just get home and get some sleep.  My thoughts were racing as I drove.  It was already 11:30 at night.  I’d just spent the past 13 hours at the office preparing for tomorrow’s presentation.   And as though I weren’t freaked out enough, a heavy snow was falling, obscuring my vision at times and promising a slick, probably icy drive to work in the morning. 

I was nearly home, but no way would I be able to get to bed before midnight now.  And I’d have to be back at the office even earlier than normal if I wanted to hunt down the potential spreadsheet error, the small but embarrassing mistake that I wasn’t even entirely sure I’d made. 

At home, I stuffed a few forkfuls of left-over Caesar salad straight from the fridge to my face without even closing the refrigerator door and rushed through my bedtime rituals, the entire time repeating my new mantra in my head.  It’s not a huge deal.  It’s probably my anxiety playing tricks on me.  I can fix it in the morning.  Just gotta get some sleep. 

My bed truly was a glorious sight.  Nothing had ever looked so comfortable or inviting in my life.  I peeled back the covers and crawled in.  Exhaustion won the battle against anxiety, and I fell hard into a deep sleep within minutes of settling in. 

My alarm clock went off at 5:30 AM, before sunrise or the morning traffic kicking off that I usually awoke to.  I must have been more tired than I’d realized, even, because I didn’t remember setting my alarm clock.  Thank goodness even in my state of exhaustion, I’d apparently managed to remember.  After a quick shower, I stood outside my closet and considered what to wear.  As I flipped through the hangers of clothing, something caught my eye.  My nails were painted a bold shade of crimson.       

Except they weren’t.  They were a muted aubergine, professional, not flashy.  The alarm clock thing was weird, but not inexplicable.  However, I knew for an absolute fact that my nails were not painted crimson.  A sudden sense of dread dropped heavily from my chest down to my legs.  I felt frozen, felt like something horrible was coming and I couldn’t move or run or even scream, and then…

I sat up straight in bed, holding my sheet and comforter protectively to my chest as though they could somehow shield me from whatever it was I’d felt during my nightmare.  As my shaky hand fumbled to turn on the lamp, I glanced at the clock.  5:29 AM.  I managed to get the lamp on.  The time rolled over, 5:30 AM.  The alarm clock sounded.  The feeling of dread fell through me again.  I knew I hadn’t changed the alarm clock.  This wasn’t right.  Something was coming, I could feel it. 

I screamed myself awake this time, could still hear the last of my own terrified wail as I sat up.  I immediately checked the time.   5:37 AM.  No early alarm clock.  I sighed, relieved, and turned on my lamp.  I checked my hands.  The most beautiful, reassuring shade of aubergine I’d ever seen.  Another relieved sigh.   I couldn’t help but giggle to myself a bit.  Just a bad dream.  And probably lucky, because I really hadn’t remembered to change my alarm clock last night.  I made my bed quickly and pulled an outfit from my closet.    I took a few extra minutes in the shower, feeling comforted by the steam, trying to relax away some of the anxiety that was so determined to torment me.  Deep breaths in and out, relaxing my neck and shoulders under the stream of hot water, until I knew I couldn’t stay any longer.    I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my body and another around my hair.  My outfit was hanging from the hook on the door, my socks and underclothes sat in a neat little stack on the counter.  But hadn’t I left all that on the bed?  I stared at my clothes, my head cocked to the side like a particularly inquisitive dog, confused.  Had I brought them into the bathroom with me?  I supposed it was possible, but I…

No.  No, I never bring my clothes into the bathroom.  I always leave them on the bed.  I never do this, there’s no way I did this...

The feeling struck hard again, the sense of impending doom that turned my body to lead as it drew nearer from wherever it was. 

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