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Anthology of Awful: The Terror Tree
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Tuesday, 7 August 2007. They are our giant, wooden friends, providing us with the very air we breathe, our shelter and our firewood. There is nothing at all BAD about trees, is there? A housewife from Dorchester, a tree was to prove to be something altogether more sinister. On this occasion, however, peaceful was the very thing her slumber would not be. For, at around midnight, she was suddenly awoken by a tapping upon the bedroom window. Tap Tap. Tap. Was there someone at her window, trying to break in?
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Anthology of Awful: March 2007
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Thursday, 22 March 2007. The Haunting of Linda Thimbles. The spirits of the departed, returned from the grave to haunt the living? Or maybe.something more. sinister? For 29 year-old accounting assistant Linda Thimbles, it was to be the latter. One night, Linda Thimbles was preparing for bed, having had an exhausting day assisting accountants with their accounting duties. She fell gratefully into her bed, turned off her bedside lamp, and drifted into a much-needed sleep. Her room was freezing cold. Then L...
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Anthology of Awful: The Haunting of Linda Thimbles
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Thursday, 22 March 2007. The Haunting of Linda Thimbles. The spirits of the departed, returned from the grave to haunt the living? Or maybe.something more. sinister? For 29 year-old accounting assistant Linda Thimbles, it was to be the latter. One night, Linda Thimbles was preparing for bed, having had an exhausting day assisting accountants with their accounting duties. She fell gratefully into her bed, turned off her bedside lamp, and drifted into a much-needed sleep. Her room was freezing cold. Then L...
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Anthology of Awful: August 2007
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Tuesday, 7 August 2007. They are our giant, wooden friends, providing us with the very air we breathe, our shelter and our firewood. There is nothing at all BAD about trees, is there? A housewife from Dorchester, a tree was to prove to be something altogether more sinister. On this occasion, however, peaceful was the very thing her slumber would not be. For, at around midnight, she was suddenly awoken by a tapping upon the bedroom window. Tap Tap. Tap. Was there someone at her window, trying to break in?
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Anthology of Awful: Restroom in peace, Jeremy.
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Tuesday, 7 August 2007. Restroom in peace, Jeremy. We all like to use them, to dispose of our effluence that would otherwise mount up around our ears, don't we? For Jeremy Pinecone, one simple trip to the lavatory almost wound up being a trip.to HELL. Ravished after a hard night's leering and shouting, the friends ordered a plentiful spread of food, and gorged upon it hungrily. But that was the least of Jeremy's problems. Having successfully performed his task, leaving his hindquarters splattered with fe...
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Anthology of Awful: TERROR dog
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Monday, 19 March 2007. We love them, don't we? With their little fuzzy faces, their small black noses and tiny paws. Maybe not, after you hear about the horror that befell one Martin Windpipe. Martin Windpipe was a lonely man, who lived alone in a small, one-bedroom flat in London. He wanted some company, and so decided to get himself a dog. Martin Windpipe was overjoyed, and quickly a deal was struck and the dog was his. Martin Windpipe smiled, nodded and left, little knowing how important. Well, I don'...
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Anthology of Awful: Cake of TERROR
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Sunday, 18 March 2007. We all like a nice cake, now and again, don't we? Of course we do. But like anything, only in moderation. Too much cake, and you would become a hideous, fat freak. Take young Timothy Rinds. An ordinary boy, perhaps. He had his own hair, two legs, a nose. But he was also the kind of boy who just didn't know when to stop, dear reader. Timothy Rinds loved cake. Barely a moment passed when he wasn't gorging on some Battenburg, or forcing a tart into his gaping gob. He was all cake-y!
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Anthology of Awful: The Disappearing Comments
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Sunday, 18 March 2007. We all like to make them. Whether saying someone's shoes are nice, or whether giving our verdict on Rob Schneider's latest masterpiece, we all like to speak up and share our thoughts. After posting our first TERRIFYING tale. We noticed something that CHILLED. Us to our BONES. The 'comments' button had VANISHED. Where did it go? Why did it disappear? Or was it a technical cock-up on Blogger's part? Makes you think though, doesn't it? It seems to be working now. Oh no Oh good Christ!
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Anthology of Awful: The Cookie Crumbles
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Tuesday, 7 August 2007. We all love cookies, don't we? Yummy cookies. Yum yum yum yum. Yummy yummy cookies! For Jonathan Petridish, the humble cookie was far from being a satisfying snack, instead leaving him traumatised. For the rest of his life. Jonathan Petridish worked full-time as a human resources manager at a large insurance firm. It was a job he didn't particularly enjoy, except for the half hour break he got mid-morning which he looked forward to with fevered excitement. Jonathan heard the gentl...
