Ohmyfuckin' CHRIST, indeed! *shriek face, hands to cheeks* Holy Craptarts, Taddy, WTF? It's the water in Sandford, isn't it? I sure hope Nicholas and Danny will be drinking the bottled water. 0o
You. Um. Dang. This is creepily well done. Seriously good psycho portrayal here. *eyes you suspiciously* Almost TOO good. Remind me to stay on your good side. ;p
No, seriously, you rock hard. This was awesome! DAMNED AWESOME!
I think it's that, for years and years, the NWA picked off the obviously disruptive and unpleasant members of the community, rather than looking a bit harder and maybe noticing people who were just... a little off.
Especially if someone was always quiet and never did anything to attract attention, there's no reason anyone would have noticed they weren't right. In a community that really did care someone would have noticed her and hopefully got her some help long ago. In a comminity obsessed with being perfect so their sisters/mothers/fathers/selves wouldn't wake up dead in the morning, though, someone like Taddy would just slip under the radar. Makes you wonder how many other damaged-but-oh-so-quiet people might pop out of the woodwork now the NWA are gone...
Having said that, yeah, I wouldn't visit Sandford without bringing my own stocks of Evian.
Oh, the poor girl. :( At least now she'll get the help she desperately needs. OCD that bad renders you pretty much nonfunctional...as this story demonstrates very well.
Christ, that was chilling. You should definitely write more horror.
forgive my late reply, i've been too busy with school work to give your story the attention it deserved.
shit, this is creepy. that whole sewing him into the chair was all, gah! while he was screaming for help, i thought you might do him in. you certainly have a talent for suspense.
poor nicholas. why can't he get along with the locals? :)
I knew this was going nowhere good when she started being all "everything must be clean," and I thought she and Nicholas were gonna have some epic, obsessive-compulsive stand off or something.
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Holy Craptarts, Taddy, WTF?
It's the water in Sandford, isn't it? I sure hope Nicholas and Danny will be drinking the bottled water. 0o
You. Um. Dang. This is creepily well done. Seriously good psycho portrayal here. *eyes you suspiciously* Almost TOO good.
Remind me to stay on your good side.
;p
No, seriously, you rock hard. This was awesome!
DAMNED AWESOME!
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Especially if someone was always quiet and never did anything to attract attention, there's no reason anyone would have noticed they weren't right. In a community that really did care someone would have noticed her and hopefully got her some help long ago. In a comminity obsessed with being perfect so their sisters/mothers/fathers/selves wouldn't wake up dead in the morning, though, someone like Taddy would just slip under the radar. Makes you wonder how many other damaged-but-oh-so-quiet people might pop out of the woodwork now the NWA are gone...
Having said that, yeah, I wouldn't visit Sandford without bringing my own stocks of Evian.
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Christ, that was chilling. You should definitely write more horror.
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shit, this is creepy. that whole sewing him into the chair was all, gah! while he was screaming for help, i thought you might do him in. you certainly have a talent for suspense.
poor nicholas. why can't he get along with the locals? :)
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I knew this was going nowhere good when she started being all "everything must be clean," and I thought she and Nicholas were gonna have some epic, obsessive-compulsive stand off or something.
The bit with the needle made me squirm. D:
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