His name was Alfred (1/?)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 15:09:11 UTC
Alfred couldn't sleep. He had been staring at the same unfinished patch on the ceiling for the last two hours. Just who had painted that ceiling anyway? Whoever did it did a lousy job, and he had already decided on twenty ways to hunt that sucker down and make him go back to school. Or wherever they teach you how to hold a paintbrush
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His name was Alfred (2/6)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 15:11:26 UTC
"Just think of something else.. Think of something sweet, like.. Horses running over a flower field." Alfred's heartbeat calmed down at the thought of two majestic horses jumping over a river in a risky stunt. But could he really be sure that those were real horses and not some ghost-copies
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His name was Alfred (4/6)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 15:15:05 UTC
"She was run over." Arthur takes a sip of his tea. "Alice is startled, but she has to go through the classes that day. She keeps thinking of Angel and the arm she saw at night. She wonders if there is a connection, but she decides to shrug it off. She has never believed in the paranormal anyway
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His name was Alfred (5/8)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 15:16:39 UTC
"Okay, hmm.. There's the story about Tom. Tom was one day walking through town as he saw a market was being held. Just to spend some time, he decided to stroll around the stalls. There wasn't really anything exciting being sold, but as he was about to walk back home, he came across an old musical box. It was really cheap, and the woman at the stall was willing to lower the price even more if he would just buy it, for she was packing her stuff down. Tom decided to buy it and headed home with the box. He placed the box in the living room, thinking he could use it as a decoration, and then went to get lunch
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His name was Alfred (6/8)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 15:18:24 UTC
"Now the door in to his living room slammed open behind him, and Tom looked over his shoulder, just in time to see a man stumbling towards him. But it wasn't any man.. For as he lifted his head and looked at Tom.. he had. no. face."
"Help!" The door swung open and Alfred screamed. He fell down from the bed, flailing his arms around in the air. The person at the door screamed, and Alfred tried covering his face. "Don't! Don't be faceless, go away, monster!"
"Sir, I am so sorry!" Sir? Alfred peeked through his fingers. At the door, a cleaning lady was standing. She looked just as shocked as him, and she was able to do so because she had a face"Oh, thank God.. Thank God!" Alfred fell back down to lie on his back. The lady bowed and quickly left the room, closing the door behind. Alfred drew in some heavy breaths to calm his heart down
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His name was Alfred (7/8)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 15:20:48 UTC
"Then what the hell is-.." Alfred's gaze fell to the door. The cleaning lady had only been in there for a few seconds, but she'd dropped a towel. Probably in her surprise as he screamed. The cloth was stuck in the door, so Alfred grabbed the handle and opened it, making the towel slump together on the floor. He kneeled and took in a deep breath. "Fuck!" He clenched his nose between two fingers. The towel reeked! He looked up. Another towel was lying in front of it. "What the hell?" Alfred got back onto his feet and stepped out into the hallway. All the way down, towels had been thrown. Wet, dirty towels, smelling horribly. Alfred felt uneasy. Was this some kind of joke? What kind of hotel changed wet towels with even dirtier ones? ..and at three at night? He grabbed his bomber jacket off of a chair and put it on before following the trail of cloths. His bare feet got stuck on the greasy floor. He felt like puking as he had to rip his heel free from a puddle of nasty liquid.
"There's something wrong with this place.." There was no
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Re: His name was Alfred (8/8)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 19:39:28 UTC
FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK OhmyjeebusGOD its 90 degrees and wearing shorts in blistering weather, but all I feel is my stomache in my throat and cold chills. This is... crazy. This Alfredian is deathly afraid of scary stories, but I was expecting cracky comedy, not- DAMN. The ending broke my brain, and I felt the need to sputter at my laptop. Bravo, Author bravo. I've always hated the wet towel smell in most hotels, but I will forever link it to this freakin fill. Good thing I never room alone ;_; [I've heard the Alice one before, but with a diff name. Poor Alfred, Arthur is such a dick.]
In case it isn't clear, I actually enjoyed[??] this fill. This is the most I've ever written here. Lurker is out ;).
Captcha: to kmart. We will not be buying duvets or towels anytime soon, dear Captcha. Hell, I never want to leave my room again ;_;
Re: His name was Alfred (8/8)
anonymous
July 1 2010, 03:29:39 UTC
H-Holy crap authoranon... So much for sleeping >.< 11:30pm over here, and I was just thinking that this would be the last fill I read before going to bed. ... /turns the lights on. T^T
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"Help!" The door swung open and Alfred screamed. He fell down from the bed, flailing his arms around in the air. The person at the door screamed, and Alfred tried covering his face. "Don't! Don't be faceless, go away, monster!"
"Sir, I am so sorry!" Sir? Alfred peeked through his fingers. At the door, a cleaning lady was standing. She looked just as shocked as him, and she was able to do so because she had a face"Oh, thank God.. Thank God!" Alfred fell back down to lie on his back. The lady bowed and quickly left the room, closing the door behind. Alfred drew in some heavy breaths to calm his heart down ( ... )
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"There's something wrong with this place.." There was no ( ... )
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... <3
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OhmyjeebusGOD its 90 degrees and wearing shorts in blistering weather, but all I feel is my stomache in my throat and cold chills.
This is... crazy. This Alfredian is deathly afraid of scary stories, but I was expecting cracky comedy, not- DAMN.
The ending broke my brain, and I felt the need to sputter at my laptop. Bravo, Author bravo. I've always hated the wet towel smell in most hotels, but I will forever link it to this freakin fill. Good thing I never room alone ;_;
[I've heard the Alice one before, but with a diff name. Poor Alfred, Arthur is such a dick.]
In case it isn't clear, I actually enjoyed[??] this fill. This is the most I've ever written here. Lurker is out ;).
Captcha: to kmart. We will not be buying duvets or towels anytime soon, dear Captcha. Hell, I never want to leave my room again ;_;
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So glad I read this in broad daylight. *shivers* Mindscrew complete- you can paint this as a success.
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Excellently written, and a total mindscrew.
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I got chills, anon, CHILLS.
Can't we have a happy epilogue where it's all just an elaborate prank? Please? 8D
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recaptcha: from faceless
XDDD
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So what would happen if Alfred started to tell a story back to 'Arthor', though?
Ha ha, nevermind, it was just a passing thought...
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