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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Scary Campfire Story: Hardboiled

[ WARNING: SCARY! ]

Little Jimmy woke. He was surrounded by the thick fog. Jimmy stood and stumbled against the chesterfield. He heard a noise. A hissing.

Frightened, Little Jimmy, began to poke through the fog. He stretched out his hand and watched it vanish in the thick haze. There was a knock. Jimmy froze. The hair on his arms turned cold like little icicles of fear.

Little Jimmy continued forward. There, in the murk, he saw two throbbing orbs. Little Jimmy knew what had happened. He had started to boil eggs, but forgot about them. The water had boiled away over an hour ago; the eggs were now cracked and ruined.

Little Jimmy turned off the heat. The crack on one of the eggs quivered. The egg hissed, "Little Jimmy ... Little Jimmy ... how could you forget us?"

Little Jimmy cried out and stepped away. The egg hissed again, "We loved you, Little Jimmy ... we ... loved .. you ..."

Little Jimmy wiped away his tears and stepped forward towards the pot. The egg was oozing and shaking, "Little Jimmy, please give me one ... last ... kiss." Little Jimmy leaned forward and puckered his lips but the egg opened its mouth wide and bit down on Little Jimmy's face. Little Jimmy shrieked. The egg chomped down and fell away.

Little Jimmy's face had been completely bitten off. Blood sprayed like a geyser from the hole that was left. He stumbled backwards and collapsed. His body twitched on the floor as his life ebbed away. The egg began to cry. Blood stained its evil lips.

Outside his apartment, Little Jimmy's landlady pounded on the door with her fist, calling out, "Is everything ok?" She heard the egg's sob turn into a wail of anguish.

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