[Based on a real story]
Ben, was dancing, as you do, at his pressie dance. After inviting he was waiting for a few frieds to come along. He was just about to leave after nobody came, when the portaloo fuzzed, a person was coming!
Ben gleamed as he awaited to see the Habbo who had came, but when nobody came, he typed :chooser in his little text box. No-one. He thought maybe they just left, he didn't smell THAT much! A few seconds later, the portaloo swirled and Ben awaited a person to come out, but no, no pixelated Habbo character, but a mist; a fog; a blood curling stench, the little pixel lines on Ben's neck stood up, the cry of the were-Habbo pierced the night, the lights went off. Darkness. Nothing. Null. Nugnito. Nout. Then, as if by magic, there appeared, slowly as first, then faster, some red riting on the wall. It wrote: "While you read this, i'm peparing to feast". Ben laughed, then, the black shadow, of a monster of the night, plummeted his sight into darkness. He turned round; and again, again and again. Nothing could be seen. Then, a screech. Loud, pirecing, blew up the night....
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