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Esmiria · Post time 25-11-2014 10:40 PM

Stuffed Dog

There was a young boy named Theodore who
was visiting his grandmother’s house. He
hated his grandmother, but his parents forced
him to go. His grandfather had died recently
and his grandmother was very lonely. She
needed someone to keep her company.
Theodore couldn’t stand the old lady. She
bored him with her endless talk, she
constantly asked him to do chores, she
insisted on giving him disgusting kisses on
the cheek and she smelled like pee.

He also hated his grandmother’s house. It
was boring and there was never anything to
do. The place was stuffed with old books and
creepy statues. The beds were lumpy and
uncomfortable. She didn’t even have
electricity and every room was lit by candles.
The thing he hated most of all was the stuffed
dog that his grandmother kept in the library.
She said it was her husband’s dog, and that it
had stood by him always. So when the dog
died, she had it stuffed and placed it in her
husband’s favorite room, the library.
Whenever Theodore saw the stuffed dog, it
creeped him out. He couldn’t stand the sight
of it. The wretched thing made his skin crawl
with its snarling, evil face, its beady glass
eyes and its mangy, greasy fur.

That night, when his grandmother was going
to bed, she wanted to light the candles in her
room. She couldn’t find any matches, so she
asked Theodore to go downstairs find some.
Theodore gritted his teeth and swallowed his
anger. He was irritated by all the chores she
asked him to do. He walked downstairs and
went into the library. It was dark and he
searched through the cupboards and drawers.
Eventually, he found the matches.

Just then, he thought he heard a strange
sound. It sounded like a low growl.
Theodore turned and looked at the stuffed dog
in the corner. The dog stared back at him with
glassy eyes. He hated that dog. It bugged him
so much that he thought of a way to get back
at it.
He struck one of the matches, and shoved it in
the stuffed dog’s face, burning off its
whiskers.
Theodore’s grandmother heard a terrible
scream. She ran downstairs and rushed into
the library.
Theodore lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes
wide open and his face twisted in a look of
terror. He was dead.
She immediately called the police.
Later, as the ambulance carried him off, she
she shook her head sadly and said, “He looks
just like my husband did when he died.”
Unseen by anyone, in the darkness of the
library, the stuffed dog sat very still and there
was a trickle of blood dripping down from its
mouth.

Nota~tipikal but skeri

Esmiria · Post time 26-11-2014 08:17 AM

rara90 posted on 25-11-2014 06:12 AM
cik es xde lagi ke riddle yg skeri mery??

Ada kot....

Esmiria · Post time 26-11-2014 08:54 AM

sham-xv1986 posted on 20-11-2014 06:29 AM
riddle untuk TT pulak:

siapakah cik_es?

err..cik es tu hot dgn thread kamsiakn?

rara90 · Post time 26-11-2014 11:21 AM

Esmiria posted on 26-11-2014 08:54 AM
err..cik es tu hot dgn thread kamsiakn?

aah..tt ade baca ke? ke ni cik es kamsia tu?hihihi

Esmiria · Post time 26-11-2014 11:40 AM

rara90 posted on 26-11-2014 03:21 AM
aah..tt ade baca ke? ke ni cik es kamsia tu?hihihi

Lol. bukan. Saya budak hingusan lagi. Baru lepas bawah umur.hahaha~~

sham-xv1986 · Post time 26-11-2014 03:53 PM

Esmiria posted on 19-11-2014 08:38 PM
Kisah Pendek 3-Ibu

Ibuku seorang pembersih. Setiap hari , dia akan meluangkan 5 jam untuk memasti ...

TT, lupe tanye.
Ni jawapan die ape?

afira · Post time 27-11-2014 10:08 AM

nk lagi nk lagi

lovechaser · Post time 27-11-2014 10:22 AM

Thanks so much TT... Sekarang scary & riddles ni dah jadi satu game me & my children. I posted kat group family and suruh diorang jawab... Siapa yang jawab betul dan banyak, dapat choose nak makan apa utk dinner... hahahah Tapi rule dia x boleh surf internet for answer ler...

lovechaser · Post time 27-11-2014 10:45 AM

Robert, the security guard, drew his gun, took a deep breath, and headed down a shadowy corridor full of plastic cobwebs, fake blood, and recorded screams. It was Robert's worst nightmare, a real-life killer on the loose in Cohan's Haunted House. At least one person was dead, and behind any one of these doors might lie another victim -or worse, the killer - waiting for another victim.

Someone somewhere turned off the sound system and switched on the emergency lights. Robert tried the door on the left. Locked. Then the one on the right. Unlocked. He pushed it open two inches, and then it hit something, something that moaned. Robert looked down and saw more blood. Real blood.

An hour later and the police had pieced together the basics. A total of two attacks and one murder. Jason Pierce, a 22-year-old employee, had been killed by an ax. Definitely not one of the prop axes, but a real weapon. Alicia Cohan had been luckier. She, too, was bleeding from an ax attack. But when Robert found her, barely conscious behind the door, she was still alive.

"It could've been worse," Sergeant Greeley told his captain. "There were just a few employees in the haunted house. The attacker wasn't seen coming into the building, or leaving, for that matter. But he was seen." Greeley checked his notepad. "Medium height, in a ghost costume and a full-head rubber mask. We found the costume, the mask, and the ax not far from the second attack scene. The lab matched the blood samples. Jason's blood and Alicia's blood."

"Attacker not seen entering or leaving." The captain had a way of honing in on the essentials. "That's strange, given the limited access in that kind of attraction."

"Yes, sir. I'll interview the second victim, then talk to the others."

Alicia sat up in her hospital bed and spoke with effort. "We were just opening up. Jason and Millie and Todd were changing into their costumes. Dad was there, too. I turned on the sound system and the mood lights. I was checking the halls for garbage when I heard Todd shouting--something about a crazy person with an ax. A few seconds later, this thing came around the corner. I knew right away.

"I don't know why I ran into the dungeon room. There's no other exit. This maniac pushed open the door and started swinging. I fell to the floor, then I must've passed out. I guess he thought I was dead, 'cause the next thing I know, the security guard was waking me up. Was anyone else hurt?"

Alicia hadn't yet been told about her boyfriend's death.

Todd Wilkins seemed more concerned about Alicia than about the death of his best friend. "She's going to be all right," Greeley assured him. "Just some cuts and bruises. You saw the attack on Jason?"

"Part of it," said Todd. "I was changing into my ghoul costume when I heard something. I went into the next room and there was Jason, fighting off this guy in one of our ghost costumes and an old mask. The guy was swinging this ax, and Jason was trying to grab the ax and swing back. I tried to jump in, but the guy got in one last swing, then ran off down the hall. I shouted out a warning to the others, then went to help Jason. He was bleeding so much."

Millie Miller, like the others, was in her early 20s: short blonde hair, an athletic build and slightly taller than average. "I was in the locker room downstairs, changing into my witch's uniform. I guess I heard some screaming, but I thought it was the tape. I didn't realize anything was wrong until I came upstairs."

Sergeant Greeley nodded, then changed subjects. "I hear Alicia and Jason were engaged."

"Engaged? She wishes." Millie's laugh died in her throat. "I shouldn't be mean. Jason and I were together for years, ever since middle school. Things were getting a little stale and too serious, all at the same time. Jason said we should see other people for a while, just to get it out of our systems. That's all Alicia was, a little experiment. He told her that. He was coming back to me."

This was the third different story Greeley had heard. According to Alicia, they were happy, and Jason had already proposed. According to Todd, Alicia cried on his shoulder all the time. She was sick of Jason and ready to leave. And now Millie's variation on the old, familiar theme.

The sergeant caught up with Alicia's father at Cohan's Haunted House. A curious throng stood by the police barricades in front of the boardwalk attraction. "Thank God Alicia's okay." Then he chuckled. "I can't figure out if this will be good for business or bad."

"Are you the sole owner?" Greeley asked.

"Alicia and I," said the sad-eyed, middle-aged man. "Alicia has an inheritance from her grandparents. I'm the trustee until she turns 30 or gets married. A chunk of her money went into Cohan's Haunted House. It's a good investment for her."

"Did you see or hear anything this morning? Anything at all?"

Cohan shook his head. "Robert and the kids were all there when I unlocked the doors. I locked up behind them, then went upstairs to the office. They often joked about a real killer getting loose in the haunted house."

"I'm not surprised."

"That ghost costume came from a storage closet. And the ax..."

"Was the stairwell fire ax."

Cohan sighed. "It doesn't look like an outsider, does it?"

Sergeant Greeley agreed. It was an inside job, all right. And he had a good idea which insider it was.