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Entry #26
Here's how it works. I'll start off with a sentence and then you add another sentence in a comment here on my userpage. You'll have to look at the comments before yours to make it flow well until I update the story. Don't mess it up! You can't do two sentences in a row. You have to let someone comment in between. Only one or two sentences at a time. No more than that.
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I woke up in a dead sweet. My dream was so real and it fealt like I was really there. I got up to make a news post on Newgrounds, and I laughed my ass off at the first three responses. It was at about that moment when I woke up to discover that my dream really was real, but it was far worse than I could have imagined. I felt a tap-tap-tap on my shoulder, and it was right then that the power went out. I then heard heavy breathing coming from inside of my closet. I then grabbed my trusty pipe wrench and approached the door, very quietly.
It was my cat. Meowing. Nothing amazing. My mind wasn't working when I just woke up. Hands still shaking, I dropped the wrench and went back to bed trying to remember the dream. It was a realistic dream but my memory was slipping. Then I heard a crashing downstairs. I grabbed my wrench and ran downstairs.There was a man, just sitting on my sofa. After taking a sip from one of my mugs, he noticed my arrival and beckoned me to approach him. I strode towards this mysterious stranger, tightening my grip on the cold wrench, weighing it with my hands. His seemingly innocent smile greeted me despite him seeing my clutched wrench. I felt uncomfortable, yet compelled to strike a conversation with this intruder.
As I opened my mouth to say something to the man, he held up his hand and said, "Shhhhhh.". He then went and reached into his pocket and produced a medium-sized snow globe. Inside of the snow globe, there was a miniature model of the Statue of Liberty. He then violently threw the snow globe at the wall and began to sob, uncontrollably.
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