THIS IS MY SCARY CREEPYISH NIGHTMARE!

IT'S FUNNY!

This is being typed by CheyRainAwesomeness as binkybaby tells it.

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I was at my grandpa's on a cold day.

I saw this guy, his name is Bob.

It was creepy.

(Giggling.)

Okay, anyways.

I saw this guy. His name is Bob.

He was injured. He looked like a cold rotten corpse.

I thought I had to help him.

So I brought him into my house. Put him in my bathtub.

With a little warm water in the tub. (Indicates size with hands.)

I brought some scissors in there to cut his clothes away to see the wound.

It's a bullet wound.

It looked all rotten, you know like all those dead corpses, the insides are white. (Waves hands wildly.)

Where was I? Ummm.

It was scary and it smelled weird.

(High pitched laughter.)

Ummm, hold on! Don't type that!

(Insane laughter.)

(Fights to get jacket off and flops around while laughing.)

I knew you would put that!

(Laughing continues.)

Stop doing that Cheyenne!

([Me: Mwahahahahaha!])

And then, I got freaked out 'cause he looked really bad, like sick.

So I'm, like, "Let me go get help. My dad's in the other room."

He yells, "No!"

So I'm like, "Whatever. You need help." [said with attitude]

So I ran out of the room with him chasing me.

Now we have to show them where my parents are sitting. (Waves arms again.)

Mom, brother, sister on one big couch.

Dad in the chair. His friend on the other couch.

Watching the Super Bowl.

So I ran out there.

"DAD! DAD! THERE'S THIS MAN. HE LOOKED INJURED SO I THOUGHT I HAD TO HELP HIM. SO SO I BROUGHT HIM HOME AND AND PUT HIM IN THE BATHROOM. I TOLD HIM HE NEEDED HELP AND HE SAID NO SO I RAN OUT TO TELL YOU AND HE STARTED CHASING ME AROUND THE BATHROOM AND HE SAID HE WOULD KILL ME. SO SO I CAME OUT HERE AND TOLD YOU BUT BEFORE HE DID BUT I SHOT HIM FIVE TIMES WITH SOME GUN I FOUND BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE I FOUND IT. AND AND HE STILL WON'T DIE!"

(says, um, in one big breath. [Her words, not mine.])

He jumps off the chair, ran into the kitchen where Bob was.

And grabbed a random knife.

Started stabbing him wildly while Bob tries to stab him with the scissors.

But Bob still won't die. My eyes hurt.

No! Don't put that!

Don't say that!

Don't put that!

Anyways, (cracks up laughing muttering stop)

So so so so so so so so so so I grabbed a random knife, I don't know where I found it but still.

So I stabbed his arm and then and then he still won't die.

So I stabbed his hand.

...

...

Now put. THEN HE FELL OVER DEAD! in big caps.

No you're supposed to put then! [I put and he, not then he. Oops.]

And then me and my dad started laughing.

["Thought you woke up crying."]

I did. (Giggles more.)

So then after all that, after my nightmare. I told my dad and he told me that he's worried about me. [I am too.]

Well, his actual words was concerned but...

Heeeeyyyy! [After noticing that I was worried about her.]

(Argues with the seven year old about something. He hits her back.)

Stoooooopppp! (Really high pitched in my ear. [Ouch!] More giggling.)

{how many pages are you going to write?[My seven year old brother.]} (I don't know.)

I hit myself in the face earlier.

{I can hit you in the head.}

(binkybaby doubles over laughing as he sits on her and won't move.)

I'm crying!

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I put everything that was seriously said and she got annoyed but laughed.

CHEYENNE HOW DARE U I SAID NOT TO PUT MOST OF THAT!(binkybaby)

So? [Me.]

Mwahahahahahahahahaha!

So how did you like it? Oh yeah! Creepy huh? (binkybaby)

Sincerely,

Binky-Boo

[and CheyRainAwesomeness] :D

And save it! (binkybaby)