Beemo's Posts - RhettandLinKommunity2024-03-29T14:27:42Zbeemohttps://rhettandlinkommunity.com/profile/DeboravandeVuursthttps://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1543926885?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1https://rhettandlinkommunity.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=1p8s9266819yy&xn_auth=noThe doctor’s officetag:rhettandlinkommunity.com,2015-10-04:2452419:BlogPost:20250602015-10-04T15:00:00.000Zbeemohttps://rhettandlinkommunity.com/profile/DeboravandeVuurst
<p><b>The doctor’s office</b></p>
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<p>I just stood there. My blade dripping with blood. The blood puddle that had formed glistened. My head pounding from the blood rushing through my veins. Looking at my creations I grinned like a mad men. I was so proud of myself. I had accomplished everything I dreamed of. Slowly the sun came creeping through the windows. When I started to walk away, I had a sudden realization. It suddenly hit me what I had done. I had done something terrible and it…</p>
<p><b>The doctor’s office</b></p>
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<p>I just stood there. My blade dripping with blood. The blood puddle that had formed glistened. My head pounding from the blood rushing through my veins. Looking at my creations I grinned like a mad men. I was so proud of myself. I had accomplished everything I dreamed of. Slowly the sun came creeping through the windows. When I started to walk away, I had a sudden realization. It suddenly hit me what I had done. I had done something terrible and it didn’t bother me. The only emotion that I could feel at that moment was pride. I made my lifelong dream come true. If at that moment someone had shot me, it didn’t matter. I made my life, the definition of living hell, a little better. I was ready to die right then and there. I was going to but then I saw my creation, my pride and joy and I couldn’t put myself to it. I was going to enjoy it. After all the work I had done. After all I had been through. I deserved it. So I did. I cleaned myself up. Took a shower, dressed up nicely and went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey. Then I went down again and put on some classical music, sat down in a chair and looked again. It was beautiful. I don’t regret it for a bit. But it didn’t last long. When I took a sip of my whiskey I heard the door open with a bang. Everything what happened after is a blur. I..I remember boots, black boots standing in front of me. Hands grabbing me, pulling me away from my happy place. Then everything went black. I woke up a couple of minutes later, sitting in a van. Big men around me, looking at me like I was disgusting. Like I was trash. That hurt. I started to freak, I was mad, angry at them, the world, the people, my mother, everything. And then everything went black again. When I woke up later I was in a room. It was small and grey, it had a bed and a bucket to do my business. I saw a tray of food on the ground. I forced myself to eat it. I went to sleep and woke up. I repeated that for 3 weeks. Sleep, pee, eat and sleep again. It was soothing. I didn’t have to worry about a thing. I got cared for in some weird, not loving way. But is still better than I had ever gotten. Then I got pulled out of my room, I prefer to call it my room, and was put in a room. That is the story, now I’m here. And you know what, doctor, I still don’t regret it. I loved my art, my creation, my work. I am still proud of it. I love it, more than I ever have loved something. If I have the chance to do it over again, I wouldn’t.</p>
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<p>The doctor looked at the man in front of him. Sitting in his chair, handcuffed. He saw the slight smile on his lips, his eyes teary. He was truly proud of his story. He knew what he had done and he knew the consequences and he didn’t mind. In the back of his head the doctor admired that. It was a pride he had never felt about his work. And listening to the story of this man he had felt that emptiness. and that, that bothered him. The doctor didn’t speak and nodded to the man at de door. He grabbed this madmen in front of him and put him back to his ‘room’. The doctor took a minute to get his head around the story. That man wasn’t the one he thought. He’s to stabile he thought. He can’t be part of my plan. He sighed. He walked to the door to welcome his next patient. ‘Hello 3317-6987, tell me your story.’</p>
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<p>END.</p>The Haunted Housetag:rhettandlinkommunity.com,2014-05-14:2452419:BlogPost:13204202014-05-14T18:42:00.000Zbeemohttps://rhettandlinkommunity.com/profile/DeboravandeVuurst
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<p>It was the 9<sup>th</sup> of July, and there was a strong wind outside. Lola, Britany, Tiffany and April were having a sleepover at Lola’s house. Her parents were on vacation and Lola’s little brother was at her grandparents’ house. They decided to watch a scary movie to make the night more interesting. They were pretty creeped out, but they laughed about it because they didn’t want to show each other they were scared. We should stay up all night and see who can stay awake the…</p>
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<p>It was the 9<sup>th</sup> of July, and there was a strong wind outside. Lola, Britany, Tiffany and April were having a sleepover at Lola’s house. Her parents were on vacation and Lola’s little brother was at her grandparents’ house. They decided to watch a scary movie to make the night more interesting. They were pretty creeped out, but they laughed about it because they didn’t want to show each other they were scared. We should stay up all night and see who can stay awake the longest said Lola. They all agreed. Britany called to order a pizza and they went to sit in the living room. It was a fun night and they were just listening to music. The bell rang and Tiffany went to pay for the pizza, when she opened the door she saw just the pizza, she shrugged but she just picked it up and went inside. When she put the pizza on the table she saw her hands were all red, and when she looked on the floor there were red drops everywhere. She screamed and her friends came running inside, April asked what’s going on and Tiffany showed her hands. O it’s probably just tomato sauce Tiff. Tiffany was still upset about it, but Lola reassured her and said it’s just the movie messing with your mind. Wait be quiet I think I heard something ,said Britany. They all listened and they heard someone crying softly. When they went to the corridor they heard a scream, Lola looked pale and she said ; I think it’s my brother. It can’t be your brother he’s at your grandparents place said April. They decided to check upstairs just to be sure, but they were definitely scared at this point. Lola went first and she felt her heart beating heavily in her chest. The lights flickered and all of the sudden the TV in the master bedroom jumped on and the program was about weird unsolved murders, and Tiffany started crying. April said ‘don’t be stupid it’s probably just some electricity malfunction and your being a baby’. Britany was standing in the doorway watching her friends and not saying much. She felt a warm air in her neck and her breath stocked. She slowly turned around and saw nothing, but when she looked to the end of the hallway she saw a glimpse of a face just before it went around the corner. She started walking towards the room and when she turned around the corner she saw the pizza guy laying in Lola’s brothers bed. His face all bloody red.</p>
<p>There was a trail of blood from the window to the bed. She felt paralyzed and everything went in slow-motion. She heard someone screaming and felt footsteps coming closer towards her. Hands were grabbing her and shake her. ‘Brit!’ she heard softly ‘Brit!’ she heard louder. She realized it was her screaming and she stopped still paralyzed. ‘He…he is dead.’ She stuttered. April went closer towards the body. They were all terrified. April pulled the sheet away from the body. She jumped back full of disgust and terror. Lola gasped and threw up. The pizza guy was ripped open from chest to toe. Were his organs supposed to be, where replaced with wool, his feet were sowed together like bear feet. His stomach was closed with a button. ‘I can’t handle this anymore!’ said Tiffany with her still red hands. ‘He is a freaking teddy bear!’ she screamed. ‘what kind of sick minded person does this?’ said Britany softly. They heard a scream again, it came from the master bedroom. Lola stood up straight and said ‘I’m not going in there.’ ‘But we have to, we need to see who it is.’ Said Tiffany. April was already on her way to the bedroom. ‘Why don’t we just call 911?’ asked Lola. ‘They take longer to be here then we.’ Said April over her shoulder. ‘I’m still going to call 911, they have to know what is going on.’ Said Lola grabbing her phone. She dialed the number when she was in the bedroom. Britany entered last. ‘911, what is your emergency?’ asked the lady on the phone. Lola didn’t respond she was to shocked. There he was, her little brother. In the bed of her parents , with her grandparents. They lay the same way as the pizza guy. Only this time the corpses lay exposed to the four girls. ‘What is your emergency?’ asked the lady again. Lola cried and full of shock she said ‘My brother is murdered. My grandparents too.’ Tears streamed down her eyes. Then the door behind them hit close en Lola dropped the phone on the ground.</p>
<p>The lady on the phone heard screaming and then a raspy voice saying ‘Now it is your turn.’ </p>autographtag:rhettandlinkommunity.com,2013-08-14:2452419:BlogPost:10628622013-08-14T18:21:23.000Zbeemohttps://rhettandlinkommunity.com/profile/DeboravandeVuurst
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