Guys, seriously. I am so sorry for disappearing.

Less talk, more story! Let's go!

Uno

Mango

Alcohol

The opponents stared each other down hard, their eyes narrowed and cards pressed closely to their faces. Their eyes darted between their cards
and their rival, simultaneously deducing what the other was thinking and planning what they were to do with their cards. Should the cards
remain the color they were now, the first decided, he would have the victory. With only four cards left and all of them being green, there
was no way he could lose.

Unfortunately, the bastard across from the first man laid down a frikkin yellow with a devious laugh, to which the first man screamed in fury at.
With a furious look in the man's eye, he began picking up cards, finding them to be every color of the rainbow except for yellow.

Off to the side, two girls watched their fathers with exasperated expressions, arms crossed over their colorful bathing-suits. Their toes were
burrowed in the warm, pale sand of the beach as they watched their beloved fathers, both red in the face from the excessive amount of
alcohol they had drank. Just as every time they had come to the beach with the two men, they were in the midst of an Uno game, drunk
and off their rockers. The girls were very, very displeased, especially since the two men had promised not to begin another "championship
of the gods" thing.

Needless to say, the two men had started another championship of the gods.

On the bright side, the fathers were so absorbed in their game that they wouldn't see their daughters coming. Thus, the dark-haired of the two
turned to the light-haired girl, saying in a fatally serious voice, "Gather the mangoes. We're going to war, General."

Stitches

Batter

Lamp

Laura sighed. At this rate, the pancakes wouldn't be ready by Wednesday. Handing the task of breakfast off to her kids had been a terrible idea... And yet, she'd still done it...

Oh god... Were they putting the batter in the BLENDER?! As she ran to stop them, she saw another one of them get a chainsaw. A. Freaking. Chainsaw.

Seriously. Who left their power tools within reach of a twelve-year-old? "Dicky," Lauren warned, "You remember what happened last time you got ahold of that thing, right?"

He nodded happily and revved up the motor. Lauren ran from the kitchen, screaming. She flew up to the attic, and pulled the second lamp from the left. A wall swung open, and she dashed inside, slamming the door behind her. She breathed heavily. She wasn't coming out 'till her husband came home.

Doll

Charm

Waves

I awoke overlooking the churning ocean, crashing against the jagged rocks below. The sheer cliff face offered no shelter from the salty sea spray, which
soaked my face and dripped from my hair. My bare feet curled and scooped up sand, from long years of tourist feet scuffing the stone.. I kicked up and
released at the same time, watching the tiny grains fall to the merciless waves. I clutched my doll, which had somehow made it out here with me. I
stared into its cold glass eyes. I'd always found a beautiful charm in them... the color, the sheen, the hypnotizing way it would stare deep into your soul
and dredge up your darkest secrets...

I shook my head. Where had that part come from? I looked down at the briny water with worry. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to do this, but
it was just too dangerous. This was the sixth time this week that I'd woken at the edge of this cliff. My sister had died holding this doll. She'd walked right
off of a cliff. /This/ cliff. The doll was cursed, by who or what, I didn't know. All I knew was that it had to go. I took one last longing look. Its eyes had
gone wet with seawater, which now ran down its cheek in an eerily tearlike fashion.

I took a step closer to the cliff. I closed my eyes. I held the doll over the lethal rocks jutting out of the ground.

It dropped like a stone.

All of a sudden, I felt an overwhelming desire to follow the porcelain figure. I fought against it, but it was too late. I was too close to the cliff. I stumbled.
I fell.

Hail

Chapstick

Popcorn

As I sat in my basement, curled up in three or four blankets with popcorn sitting in my lap, I stared at the TV screen in front of me intently. Slowly, I
ate my favorite snack slowly, holding onto every word the figures on the device in front of me. I coughed briefly, feeling my cold deep in my chest, but
I ignored it. There was something much more interesting going on than my sudden illness. Besides, I could take a cough drop when I finished my popcorn...

...and ice-cream and M&Ms and Snickers and every other junk food in the world. But that was beside the point.

Lightning cracked outside my window as rain and small-sized hail beat against my window. Though I loved thunderstorms, I wish it would stop. This TV
show was terrifying all on its own. I didn't need a storm to make it any scarier.

My bowl of popcorn continued to dwindle as I ate and watched, mindlessly shoveling the food into my mouth as I ate. The smart of my brain told me to
stop eating, that I was going to be sick in the morning if I didn't. The other part of me locked the intelligence part of my brain in a closest, threatening to
castrate it if it didn't shut up and let me enjoy my epic cheat day. So there I sat, on the verge of peeing my pants while devouring sweets and treats by
the bowl.

Soon enough, all of my popcorn was gone and was replaced by a good-sized bowl of delicious peanut M&Ms. Those two were shoved into my mouth as I
shivered at the images flashing across my screen, telling me that ghosts were real and these guys were collecting proof of that. Even still, I could not look
away and I also could not stop eating the sweets in my hand as a stress-reliever.

The reasonable part of my mind told me ghosts weren't real. The irrational part held a gun to the reasonable one's head and told it to shut up, I was
watching something here!

"Surprise!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, flipping the bowl of M&Ms off my lap and into the air. It flew to the ceiling and landed somewhere behind
the couch I was sitting on, flinging small bits of chocolate everywhere: on me, on the couch, on the floor, under the couch, on the coffee table, EVERYWHERE.
I hardly realized my mistake as I bolted up, screaming and running for my bedroom, where I slammed the door shut behind me so none of the images on
the screen could terrorize me anymore. Launching myself into my bed, I burrowed under my blankets and huddled there, convinced there was something
in my bedroom.

The reasonable part of my brain opened its mouth. The irrational part pistol-whipped it into eternal sleep and ran for the f*** hills.

It took awhile for me to calm down enough to realize I had forgot to put on chopstick and that I needed a cough-drop; otherwise, I wouldn't be doing
any sleeping tonight (if that was possible with how terrified I was). So, bravely, I peeked out from under my covers and scanned my room for any
supernatural entities. I didn't see any so I slowly scooted to the edge of my bed. Just then, my phone went off and sang, "I wanna party~! I wanna
samba~!"

"IT'S A GHOST!"

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