5 More Spooky Tales

I did another bunch of tweet-stories for Halloween. This time I waited until the day to come up with any, which is why there are fewer stories and they're not as good.

I hope they make you do fear-parps.




STORY #1

Rob shit himself. As in, he shit HIMSELF. A small version of Rob fell, screaming, into the toilet. Big Rob panicked and flushed it.

THE END



STORY #2

Tina was a sleepwalker. Every night she'd get up, walk across the room and open the bedroom door. It wasn’t a huge problem, until she did it on a long-haul flight.

THE END



STORY # 3

They called him the Lasagne Man, because he had about four layers of skin and his guts were sort of all sandwiched between the different layers.

Also he had a garlic bread for a dick.

THE END



STORY #4

Jean’s memory was failing as she got older. One day, she forgot her son's name. Another day, she forgot she owned a pet cobra. It ended up killing the home help.

THE END



STORY #5

Tom would put bacon with everything. He was bacon mad. Bacon steak. Bacon chicken. Bacon cheese. Bacon phone. Bacon shoe. Bacon glasses. Bacon money. Bacon car. Bacon eyebrows. Bacon son.

He was bacon mad.

THE END