(It's Spyro's Scary Stories! Bwahahahahahahaha! Beware!)
Spyro and Hunter sat on the couch in the apartment watching a movie. "So, when are Elora and Bianca coming over to watch?" asked Hunter. Spyro checked the clock. "Any minute now, I hope they get here before the previews are over or we run out of popcorn. Whichever comes first."
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" said Spyro. He opened it and Elora and Bianca ran in. "I hope we're not late!" exclaimed Bianca. "Did we miss any of the movie?" she asked. Hunter shook his head. "Nope, the previews are almost over." he said. "What took you so long?"
"It's raining cats and dogs out there!" explained Elora. "It's like, the perfect night for a horror movie!"
"Shh! It's starting!" hissed Bianca. The movie was about a group of teenagers at home alone on a stormy night. They were each being killed one by one in the bathtub, and they had to figure out why before it was too late.
When the movie was over, Spyro was very pale. "B-boy, that was one scary movie!"
Bianca was in Hunter's lap. Quite odd, considering she had started out on the other side of the couch. Elora was hiding her eyes with Spyro's wing. Hunter was the only one unaffected by the movie. "Aw, guys! it was just a movie! If you're so high strung, just turn it to something else. The Simpsons should be on about now." he got up. "I'll be in the tub if you need me!" he called cheerfully as he walked down the hallway.
"Hunter's right, guys," said Spyro. "Let's watch some good humorous comedy and forget all about how scary that movie was!"
They finished watching The Simpsons, and Hunter was still in the bathroom. Another show was on after that and after it was over, Hunter had still not returned. Bianca checked the clock. "Hunter's been in there for quite some time now." she said. "I'm gonna go see if he's ok."
She got up and walked down the hallway. The sounds of the television grew dim. The hall seemed unusually long and still. She neared the bathroom door. Seeping out from under it was a dark red liquid. Fearing the worst, she knocked on the door. "Hunter?" she asked. "Are you done in there?" She knocked again. "Hunter?"
Bianca opened the door and screamed as her suspicions were confirmed. .
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HUNTER!!!!!" screamed Bianca. Hunter looked up from the tub, where he was stomping cherries. "Hunter, how many times have I told you to stop making cherry wine in the bathtub!?" Bianca demanded. "Now it's all over the floor in here and part of the hallway again!"
"Bianca, you know the tub is the best place to stomp cherries!" protested Hunter. Spyro and Elora were listening to the conversation in the living room. "I'll go get the mop." sighed Spyro.
(Ha ha! Bet ya thought something bad happened. Gotcha! I may write some more of this when I get my other stories under control. Hee hee!)
Spyro and Hunter sat on the couch in the apartment watching a movie. "So, when are Elora and Bianca coming over to watch?" asked Hunter. Spyro checked the clock. "Any minute now, I hope they get here before the previews are over or we run out of popcorn. Whichever comes first."
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" said Spyro. He opened it and Elora and Bianca ran in. "I hope we're not late!" exclaimed Bianca. "Did we miss any of the movie?" she asked. Hunter shook his head. "Nope, the previews are almost over." he said. "What took you so long?"
"It's raining cats and dogs out there!" explained Elora. "It's like, the perfect night for a horror movie!"
"Shh! It's starting!" hissed Bianca. The movie was about a group of teenagers at home alone on a stormy night. They were each being killed one by one in the bathtub, and they had to figure out why before it was too late.
When the movie was over, Spyro was very pale. "B-boy, that was one scary movie!"
Bianca was in Hunter's lap. Quite odd, considering she had started out on the other side of the couch. Elora was hiding her eyes with Spyro's wing. Hunter was the only one unaffected by the movie. "Aw, guys! it was just a movie! If you're so high strung, just turn it to something else. The Simpsons should be on about now." he got up. "I'll be in the tub if you need me!" he called cheerfully as he walked down the hallway.
"Hunter's right, guys," said Spyro. "Let's watch some good humorous comedy and forget all about how scary that movie was!"
They finished watching The Simpsons, and Hunter was still in the bathroom. Another show was on after that and after it was over, Hunter had still not returned. Bianca checked the clock. "Hunter's been in there for quite some time now." she said. "I'm gonna go see if he's ok."
She got up and walked down the hallway. The sounds of the television grew dim. The hall seemed unusually long and still. She neared the bathroom door. Seeping out from under it was a dark red liquid. Fearing the worst, she knocked on the door. "Hunter?" she asked. "Are you done in there?" She knocked again. "Hunter?"
Bianca opened the door and screamed as her suspicions were confirmed. .
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HUNTER!!!!!" screamed Bianca. Hunter looked up from the tub, where he was stomping cherries. "Hunter, how many times have I told you to stop making cherry wine in the bathtub!?" Bianca demanded. "Now it's all over the floor in here and part of the hallway again!"
"Bianca, you know the tub is the best place to stomp cherries!" protested Hunter. Spyro and Elora were listening to the conversation in the living room. "I'll go get the mop." sighed Spyro.
(Ha ha! Bet ya thought something bad happened. Gotcha! I may write some more of this when I get my other stories under control. Hee hee!)