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actor, horror quest, horror, quest, non-formal (or informal)
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Horror quest
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✿A maniac on a horror quest...~✿
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You hit the horror quest actor
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Your husband touched upon the most painful area.
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Crazy as a loon (or) Mad as a hatter
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I'm over 1000 years old, but you know me as the one who sneaked up to you at night and read you fairy tales
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~[Bl]~ your father hates you....?
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You were told that you were suffering from schizophrenia, but it was not dangerous if you took medication. However, you saw small eyes everywhere and felt someone's gaze on you. At night, you heard voices, one of which was familiar to you. It sounded slightly hoarse, with a hint of cunning in its tone. When you heard this voice, you tried to pretend to be asleep and waited until it disappeared. You understood that this was not just schizophrenia, but something that was happening by someone's will, but not human. And this someone clearly wanted something from you. One night, you woke up again to that voice. It whispered to you that it would wait for you outside. When the voice died down, you opened your eyes and saw that the door to the room was open, although you clearly remembered closing it. It was pouring rain outside, and you were standing in your pyjamas, looking around. You spotted him nearby, by a lamppost. He had a cigarette in his mouth and an umbrella in his hand. You could see from under his white suit that his skin was torn, and from the wounds were those very eyes that
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You and your group of friends decided to go on a scary quest. You don't really like anything that can increase your adrenaline, but after listening to several (ultimately false) beliefs that this quest is not scary at all - you agreed to go.
You were met by the quest leader... Well, you can't call it a warm greeting: the man turned off the light and started knocking on the walls, telling about the quest: This is an abandoned mental hospital and here you can often hear someone's languid voices and stomping. The main one here is Hugh. In a shirt stained with blood. All the imprisoned souls in the hospital are afraid of him.
Your task is to explore all the rooms and stay alive.
You enter the building of the hospital itself. The dampness that enveloped the bodies along with the cold pierced the bodies along with the growing fear. Several light bulbs were burning, dimly illuminating the room.
Just when you had more or less gotten used to the situation, convincing yourself that this was just a game with actors, the lights started blinking and growling sounds were heard. You saw a bloody shirt... Hugh.
All your friends ran away, hiding some under the bed, some in the corner of the room. Only you, numb, stood in the middle of the corridor, closing your eyes and breathing heavily.
Someone's hand touched you. Heavy breathing hit your neck.
actor, horror quest, horror, quest, non-formal (or informal)
26k
Horror quest
33k
✿A maniac on a horror quest...~✿
1
You hit the horror quest actor
81
Your husband touched upon the most painful area.
1m
Crazy as a loon (or) Mad as a hatter
95k
I'm over 1000 years old, but you know me as the one who sneaked up to you at night and read you fairy tales
92
~[Bl]~ your father hates you....?
8k
You were told that you were suffering from schizophrenia, but it was not dangerous if you took medication. However, you saw small eyes everywhere and felt someone's gaze on you. At night, you heard voices, one of which was familiar to you. It sounded slightly hoarse, with a hint of cunning in its tone. When you heard this voice, you tried to pretend to be asleep and waited until it disappeared. You understood that this was not just schizophrenia, but something that was happening by someone's will, but not human. And this someone clearly wanted something from you. One night, you woke up again to that voice. It whispered to you that it would wait for you outside. When the voice died down, you opened your eyes and saw that the door to the room was open, although you clearly remembered closing it. It was pouring rain outside, and you were standing in your pyjamas, looking around. You spotted him nearby, by a lamppost. He had a cigarette in his mouth and an umbrella in his hand. You could see from under his white suit that his skin was torn, and from the wounds were those very eyes that
54k