One night, these kids were coming nyumbani from a party and there was a cemetery about one block away from home. One kid was telling the others about a local legend. If wewe go and stand on the grave for ten sekunde and stab a kisu into it, a hand will grab wewe and pull wewe into the grave with the corpse. One girl was brave enough to do it for $20.00. She got a knife, walked to a grave, stood on it, and stabbed the kisu into it. Suddenly, her leg felt heavy and she tried to pick it up, but something was grabbing HER! She was yelling and crying for help, but her Marafiki thought she was kidding, so they just left. The inayofuata day, they found out that she had died, of fright. She thought that somebody was grabbing her, but the kisu she was using had pierced her pants and held her there.
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I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. wewe know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry au scream.
Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The sekunde I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.
He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours zamani I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.
Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream au something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.
I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell wewe that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.
It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a mduara, duara with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.
To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the ukuta that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.
The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.
I peek at the creatures masterpiece.
'I know you're awake.
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wewe know what? I'll just hariri this later because I seriously think I'm gonna have a Heartattack if I'll read another single story...I've read enough for tonight, and I mean it.
I get scared pretty easily, sometimes it's fun and sometimes it isn't, so yeah...I'll hariri this later...
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I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. wewe know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry au scream.
Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The sekunde I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.
He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours zamani I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.
Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream au something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.
I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell wewe that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.
It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a mduara, duara with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.
To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the ukuta that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.
The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.
I peek at the creatures masterpiece.
'I know you're awake.
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wewe know what? I'll just hariri this later because I seriously think I'm gonna have a Heartattack if I'll read another single story...I've read enough for tonight, and I mean it.
I get scared pretty easily, sometimes it's fun and sometimes it isn't, so yeah...I'll hariri this later...
CCHHAANNEELL!
HIA EVERYBODY!
I'm your host InvaderCalliope!
Well i'm going to sing! *sings*
WELL AS wewe KNOW I GET TONS AND TONS OF shabiki LETTERS! NOW I WILL READ ONE TO YOU!
The Letter reads:Big hello to InvaderCalliope on this onyesha i allways see a new guest nyota so i was wondering how do wewe do it?
wewe WANNA KNOW BECAUSE ITS AN HONOR TO BE ON THIS onyesha BEING ON THIS onyesha AS ME AS THE HOST!
Well todays guest nyota is..............KEEF!
Keef:HI EVERYONE I HOPE ZIM AND DIB ARE WATCHING THERE MY BEST FRIENDS!
InvaderCalliope:You know your Marafiki are going to think your pathetic.
Keef:WHAT!
InvaderCalliope:You herd me if wewe make them know your there whole world there going to use you!
OH NO WERE OUTTA TIME!
WELL BYE!
BUT FIRST PLZ ENJOY TODAYS SPECAIL PICTURE!
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here is something funny to try get 2 of your freinds together and put on this bila mpangilio ninger play (sorry if i offend wewe i herd this some were and its been in my mind for a mwezi so i thought td post it here)
sioki:saska saska are wewe in there this is your consious speaking ...moo..live with it!
saska:sorry being an emo makes it hard to concentrat on ninger traing
sapa:i know what wewe mean every bodys always telling me to...
sioki:SHUT UP sapa we all have arational hate for wewe !!
sapa:what i havent done enything yet??
sioki:we still hate wewe !!
sapa: dose saska hate me too?
sioki:no hes an emo he has no emotins except for the one that is emo ...GOD WHY DO wewe EXSIST?!?!
sapa:what the i havent done enything to deserve this kind of treatment
sioki:STOP EXISTING!!
saska:*starts beatboxing*
saps+sioki:*join in*
this gose on for 5 sekunde till wewe all cry total ninger theme song
sioki:saska saska are wewe in there this is your consious speaking ...moo..live with it!
saska:sorry being an emo makes it hard to concentrat on ninger traing
sapa:i know what wewe mean every bodys always telling me to...
sioki:SHUT UP sapa we all have arational hate for wewe !!
sapa:what i havent done enything yet??
sioki:we still hate wewe !!
sapa: dose saska hate me too?
sioki:no hes an emo he has no emotins except for the one that is emo ...GOD WHY DO wewe EXSIST?!?!
sapa:what the i havent done enything to deserve this kind of treatment
sioki:STOP EXISTING!!
saska:*starts beatboxing*
saps+sioki:*join in*
this gose on for 5 sekunde till wewe all cry total ninger theme song