This is the first fic I completed. I started writing a fic where Mallory fucks with Kristy by writing made up shit in the notebook, but it's not done. I'll post it if I finish it. I basically write fics in my head, but I'm too lazy to write them down.
I've always imagined how fun it would be if the sitters decided to mess with her head by writing about how much fun they had teaching the kids to sword fight, or teaching Jackie how to breathe fire or writing "Claire had so much fun playing with my great grandfathers knife set I stashed in my kid kit!"
I was scared to go in the bathroom after I read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets because I was afraid a basilisk was going to kill me.-I was scared to use my grade school lunchroom bathroom because it had a drain and I was afraid that Pennywise the Clown was going to come after like in the movie.--All this bathroom talk made me remember how I used to feel about the bathroom at my graddad's house. There was little hallway leading up to it and the hallway and bathroom just freaked me out so much. To this day I still don't know why. Idk if I was picking up bad vibes or what. I hadn't read a book/watched a movie/tv show that kicked off those feelings. It just seemed to be there since day one, I guess.
In first grade, I absolutely refused to use the bathroom because my teacher's directions freaked me out. I'm not even sure why. She just said something about a hall and a door, but I got scared.
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I've always imagined how fun it would be if the sitters decided to mess with her head by writing about how much fun they had teaching the kids to sword fight, or teaching Jackie how to breathe fire or writing "Claire had so much fun playing with my great grandfathers knife set I stashed in my kid kit!"
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