four: voice
[ Well, well. Much like everyone else, Sebastian has opened his own journal to 4chan. What he has stumbled on, though, isn't erotica. He's found himself on /x/. Specifically, he's reading creepypasta.
It seemed a shame that he couldn't just share these without other people, really.
That's when he had a marvelous idea. ]
Pardon me, but I was wondering if anyone would be interested in some stories? I've stumbled upon a whole slew of them, and I do say, it would be a shame to not share them. Here's a personal favorite; a short one, as well.
[ Sebastian clears his throat, and suddenly his voice is incredibly theatrical-- it's deep, as per usual, but it sounds enamored with the text. Yes, he is fascinated by these stories. Whether because he enjoys them or he thinks they're funny is up to your interpretation. ]
So, you are with your date for the evening. As you lean in to kiss her good night, the telephone inside her home rings. You go in and answer the ring. The voice on the other end accuses, "Whom are you and what are you doing with my daughter?" You end the call and turn to your date. The lady asks you whom it was that rang, and when you inform her it was her father, she turns pale. You inquire as to why she looks so ill. She tells you, "My father passed away." Then whom was ring?
It seemed a shame that he couldn't just share these without other people, really.
That's when he had a marvelous idea. ]
Pardon me, but I was wondering if anyone would be interested in some stories? I've stumbled upon a whole slew of them, and I do say, it would be a shame to not share them. Here's a personal favorite; a short one, as well.
[ Sebastian clears his throat, and suddenly his voice is incredibly theatrical-- it's deep, as per usual, but it sounds enamored with the text. Yes, he is fascinated by these stories. Whether because he enjoys them or he thinks they're funny is up to your interpretation. ]
So, you are with your date for the evening. As you lean in to kiss her good night, the telephone inside her home rings. You go in and answer the ring. The voice on the other end accuses, "Whom are you and what are you doing with my daughter?" You end the call and turn to your date. The lady asks you whom it was that rang, and when you inform her it was her father, she turns pale. You inquire as to why she looks so ill. She tells you, "My father passed away." Then whom was ring?