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Greetings! You have stumbled into this thread by... clicking... a button. Anyway, this is M-Gup's Scary Stories thread! M-Gup (Muffin Generals United Publishing) has decided that there aren't enough horrible things in this world, so we'd like to bring in some more. Now, continue on to read the first short story: Murflep the Puppy.
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MURFLEP THE PUPPY
MURFLEP THE PUPPY
Cheryl threw her now empty bags onto her bed, crying. She'd been trying to run away from the evil town, trying to escape. She was always caught, but she never gave up hope that some day she'd be able to escape from the haunted village she'd lived in for all her life. She rolled over, kicking the beds onto the floor. The girl's tears stained her pillow as she cried her guts out.
Cheryl is fourteen years old and doesn't know that soon she will be visited by a force that no man has ever defeated. A force so evil, it is only known by three people. A force whose name is almost an anagram of 'perfume'. This evil force's name is Murflep.
Cheryl grabbed her backpack from the carpet underneath her bed. She began packing again, just hours after her last attempt to escape. The girl was desperate to try again, reguardless of whether or not her parents were still guarding her small bedroom. She ran to the door, throwing it open, and leaping down the stairs.
Just as Cheryl expected, her parents were too busy guarding her closed windows to blockade the door to her bedroom. She flew into the kitchen, thrusting the door open and running faster than she'd ever run before. She was nearly out of the village when something smacked her in the back of the knees. She doubled over, falling to the ground, and sprawling in pain. She looked back to see what had hit her. Nothing. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and was suddenly face to face with a small dog.
The dog inclined its head as Cheryl leapt back, surprised. She reached out to pet the dog, and was shocked when it bit her. She looked at her dog bite, wiping the blood away. Then she looked back up to try and see the dog. It was gone. Cheryl shrugged and kept running, after gathering her bags. Soon she was back at her break-neck pace, dashing through the town. She had had to change directions, fearful that the police may have nearly caught up with her. Sure enough, she saw the police heading North as she had and was glad that she had changed trails.
Cheryl could almost taste freedom as she scrambled to the outskirts of town. She ran faster as the sun rose overhead, but then it all went wrong.
Cheryl's body writhed in pain as she ran into some sort of force-field. She couldn't push through the invisible wall. She jumped up to see how high the invisible wall was, but the barrier seemed impossibly high. Cheryl fell to the ground, sobbing. She wiped her face with her hand and saw a strange mark. She looked at her fingers and was shocked. Suddenly, a great force slammed into Cheryl, and everything she knew was gone.
Cheryl is fourteen years old and doesn't know that soon she will be visited by a force that no man has ever defeated. A force so evil, it is only known by three people. A force whose name is almost an anagram of 'perfume'. This evil force's name is Murflep.
Cheryl grabbed her backpack from the carpet underneath her bed. She began packing again, just hours after her last attempt to escape. The girl was desperate to try again, reguardless of whether or not her parents were still guarding her small bedroom. She ran to the door, throwing it open, and leaping down the stairs.
Just as Cheryl expected, her parents were too busy guarding her closed windows to blockade the door to her bedroom. She flew into the kitchen, thrusting the door open and running faster than she'd ever run before. She was nearly out of the village when something smacked her in the back of the knees. She doubled over, falling to the ground, and sprawling in pain. She looked back to see what had hit her. Nothing. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and was suddenly face to face with a small dog.
The dog inclined its head as Cheryl leapt back, surprised. She reached out to pet the dog, and was shocked when it bit her. She looked at her dog bite, wiping the blood away. Then she looked back up to try and see the dog. It was gone. Cheryl shrugged and kept running, after gathering her bags. Soon she was back at her break-neck pace, dashing through the town. She had had to change directions, fearful that the police may have nearly caught up with her. Sure enough, she saw the police heading North as she had and was glad that she had changed trails.
Cheryl could almost taste freedom as she scrambled to the outskirts of town. She ran faster as the sun rose overhead, but then it all went wrong.
Cheryl's body writhed in pain as she ran into some sort of force-field. She couldn't push through the invisible wall. She jumped up to see how high the invisible wall was, but the barrier seemed impossibly high. Cheryl fell to the ground, sobbing. She wiped her face with her hand and saw a strange mark. She looked at her fingers and was shocked. Suddenly, a great force slammed into Cheryl, and everything she knew was gone.
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The next day, Cheryl's body was found on the ground. It was stuck to the front of a semi-truck, and the blood on the asphalt formed the same symbol as the mark on Cheryl's hand. For on Cheryl's finger tips, forged by the dog who bit her, was one word.
Murflep
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Now, another Muffin General will write a different Scary Story for your amusment. I hope you liked the tale of Murflep, the Evil Guardian-Dog of the Town.