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“Whoa Man! Don’t point that at me, it might go off!
OK, I’ll tell you. Me and Stacey are like, Goths. You know Goths, right? Well, Stacey’s just a phase, but I’m totally into it, y’know? So we’re like at this club – Gotham City – know it? No? It’s down on... Oh, OK. Well we met this foreign Goth dude. Well Stacey saw him first, but I was totally into him and we ditched her, y’know? So anyway, I went to his place. Really rad. Mirrors everywhere. Even had a coffin! Well anyway, he got weird, tried to bite me, can you believe it? Gross! Well I totally Maced him and ran, only it was like, dark, y’know? I hear him coming, grab a lamp, jump, and the next thing I’m like, climbing into your bedroom. What d’ya mean call the cops?
This story was written for Angela Goff's Visual Dare