quiet POV 😊: You walk the empty place you woke up in. You can only hear the echoing of your feet walking across the tiled floor. Other than that, its completely quiet. You look for any sign of someone there. There seems to be nobody there. You continue to walk alone, along a never-ending corridor. Suddenly, another pair of footsteps join yours. You pause, and look behind you. You then see yourself, walking right behind you. But there's something..off. The face you are looking at is off. It would look just like you to anybody else. But you know yourself. That isn't you, and it isn't something that is kind. You start running, as the figure behind you starts chasing with you. You both are running at the same speed until.. another pair of footsteps joins the two you hear. You look behind you, and there is another clone of you. The one that was behind you had also stopped. You continue running, knowing what's bound to happen. But you run just a few steps further, and the ground underneath you drops. You seem to be falling forever. The clones of yourself fall down too. More and more come. That's when you wake up in a cold sweat, sensing movement coming from somewhere in your room.
The Haunted Playground: You've always hated children, and the way society caters to those spoiled little brats. You dedicated your life to offing as many of them as possible, and destroying the things that only they were ever given: playgrounds, toys, games, storybooks, and the list goes on. Sure, there were those who said that this was wrong and criminal of you to do; there were even those who tried to punish you. You always corrected them; you put them in their place and made sure they never bothered you again. For it was your calling to cure the world of the disease of immature, demanding kids. No one needed them: not you, not your parents, not your friends, not anyone. You wouldn't even wish the burden of childcare on your enemies, on the ones who tried to send you to prisons and insane asylums for helping them. Luckily, for both you and everyone around you, you were never caught. You were never punished for doing the right thing for the world. Until now. Until you woke up in this bright, colorful playground. You thought you would ruin and 'vandalize' it just like any other playground you had wrecked. You pulled out a match and set fire to the green slide, but it wouldn't catch. You tried to cut the yellow swings off of the bar that held them in the air, but no tool could even scratch the chains. You took a crowbar to the pink springy rides, hoping to render them unusable, but all you managed was to hurt yourself. It was then, when you were forced to stop for a moment, that you heard the voices. The voices of little children. You heard them laughing, playing, enjoying all of the things you tried to take from them. But you saw no one. You were alone. How was this possible? "Hello? Is anyone there?" You expected no response. But then...they whispered to you. 'You killed us. You made us sad. You made us miss our families. Now you're gonna pay.' No! This couldn't be happening! They're dead. There's no such thing as ghosts. Is there such a thing as ghosts? Even as the children inflicted existential terror on you, the playground equipment itself started talking. 'You tried to set me on fire, just as you did my sisters, but I resisted you.' quoth the slide. 'Go ahead, try again to cut us down, as you have our brethren!' bellowed the swings. 'You cannot move us like you did the others,' squeaked the pink horses and cars. 'We exist to serve the little ones, but you have done nothing but kill us - and them - in every way possible,' they all spoke in unison, 'Now it is our turn to kill you.' You must have been going insane, because you started to believe them. "No! No! Please! I- I beg you! Please don't do this to me! I'll change! I promise, I will never hurt children or their possessions again! Never! Please, just let me go!" Unfortunately for you, it was too late. You couldn't escape your demise.
quiet POV 😊:
You walk the empty place you woke up in. You can only hear the echoing of your feet walking across the tiled floor. Other than that, its completely quiet. You look for any sign of someone there. There seems to be nobody there. You continue to walk alone, along a never-ending corridor. Suddenly, another pair of footsteps join yours. You pause, and look behind you. You then see yourself, walking right behind you. But there's something..off. The face you are looking at is off. It would look just like you to anybody else. But you know yourself. That isn't you, and it isn't something that is kind. You start running, as the figure behind you starts chasing with you. You both are running at the same speed until.. another pair of footsteps joins the two you hear. You look behind you, and there is another clone of you. The one that was behind you had also stopped. You continue running, knowing what's bound to happen.
But you run just a few steps further, and the ground underneath you drops. You seem to be falling forever. The clones of yourself fall down too. More and more come.
That's when you wake up in a cold sweat, sensing movement coming from somewhere in your room.
I really love reading your stories
@@SillyCherry ty :D
I like posting them on here, keeps it quiet.
ty for the pin ^^
Oh dang, i loved this, great description
@@brutalcc3971 Thank you!
AHH i’ve been listening to your playlists on repeat for awhile, they’re my favorite :) Thanks for making them!
Thank you very much for the support!! Soon I'll be putting together my new playlist for all of you 😊💕💖
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You deserve more subs.
finally, you're playlists are amazing!! just subscribeddd :))
Gorgeous, I'm in love with this ✨ amazing job
Thanks 😊💕💕
new sub
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I kind of want some places too look this weird.
can someone tell me what these types of photos are called 🌧
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i think u can make a weirdcore playlist
Good idea. I was also thinking of doing something more terrifying for the month of October 🤔
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The Haunted Playground:
You've always hated children, and the way society caters to those spoiled little brats. You dedicated your life to offing as many of them as possible, and destroying the things that only they were ever given: playgrounds, toys, games, storybooks, and the list goes on. Sure, there were those who said that this was wrong and criminal of you to do; there were even those who tried to punish you. You always corrected them; you put them in their place and made sure they never bothered you again. For it was your calling to cure the world of the disease of immature, demanding kids. No one needed them: not you, not your parents, not your friends, not anyone. You wouldn't even wish the burden of childcare on your enemies, on the ones who tried to send you to prisons and insane asylums for helping them. Luckily, for both you and everyone around you, you were never caught. You were never punished for doing the right thing for the world.
Until now. Until you woke up in this bright, colorful playground. You thought you would ruin and 'vandalize' it just like any other playground you had wrecked. You pulled out a match and set fire to the green slide, but it wouldn't catch. You tried to cut the yellow swings off of the bar that held them in the air, but no tool could even scratch the chains. You took a crowbar to the pink springy rides, hoping to render them unusable, but all you managed was to hurt yourself. It was then, when you were forced to stop for a moment, that you heard the voices. The voices of little children. You heard them laughing, playing, enjoying all of the things you tried to take from them. But you saw no one. You were alone. How was this possible? "Hello? Is anyone there?" You expected no response. But then...they whispered to you. 'You killed us. You made us sad. You made us miss our families. Now you're gonna pay.'
No! This couldn't be happening! They're dead. There's no such thing as ghosts. Is there such a thing as ghosts? Even as the children inflicted existential terror on you, the playground equipment itself started talking. 'You tried to set me on fire, just as you did my sisters, but I resisted you.' quoth the slide. 'Go ahead, try again to cut us down, as you have our brethren!' bellowed the swings. 'You cannot move us like you did the others,' squeaked the pink horses and cars. 'We exist to serve the little ones, but you have done nothing but kill us - and them - in every way possible,' they all spoke in unison, 'Now it is our turn to kill you.' You must have been going insane, because you started to believe them. "No! No! Please! I- I beg you! Please don't do this to me! I'll change! I promise, I will never hurt children or their possessions again! Never! Please, just let me go!" Unfortunately for you, it was too late. You couldn't escape your demise.
Trip to Ohio 😊💀