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REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)

Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.

This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.


Wednesday, October 30, 2002

FURTHER TALES FROM THE ALL-FIRED AXIS OF WEEVIL SCARY STORY BLOGBURST OF 2002

See, I got the date right now! (And I went back and fixed it everywhere else. Maybe) ANYway, Mistress of Fright Janis Gore of Gone South has produced three tales of suspense--the first of an evil known only as "Paul":
[...] The house I live in now is on the edge of town, near farm fields, and is very dark despite the neighbors' mercury lights. The master bath has a window that lets onto the back yard. Even now I expect to see a face scrunched against that window one night. And I stifle a shudder when I hear critters rooting through the flowerbeds or scratching at the screen. At least nobody is hanging from the live oaks.
Then, there is the Hitchcockian terror which is the hallmark of gay paperboys--
[...] One evening I was taking a good hot shower before going out on the town. As far as I knew, I was alone in the apartment. I was busily soaping my hair when a hand reached in and touched my foot. [...]
And finally, there is the chillingly prescient tale of attempted strangulation--
I, like most people, have some extremely realistic and frightening dreams. One night I dreamed that I was asleep in a recliner. [...]
AAaaaarggghhhh! NOT THE RECLINER!

Again, the Axis of Weevil Legal Affairs Department and Screen Door Repair Shop disclaim any liability for injuries or mental instability caused by the continued exposure to these horrid stories. And despite the fact that I keep linking to websites about Count Floyd, any similarity between Monster Chiller Horror Theatre and the A-FAoWSSBo2002 is purely coincidental.


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