Outline
TITLE
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A Bladder-Emptying Experience
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PROBLEM
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trying the creepy legend
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SETTING (TIME & PLACE)
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TIME: October 31st at 12:00 am
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PLACE: Idiotville’s Graveyard
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CHARACTERS
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DALAA ( the author )
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GEMMA
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JASON
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CHERYL
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Major events
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meeting at Thornhill
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going trick or treating
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heading to graveyard
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sitting on the chairs
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getting frightened
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running from one chair to another and getting possessed by the ghosts
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SOLUTION
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seeking help from the officer
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announcing the death of Gemma, Cheryl, and Jason
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the chairs remaining a mystery for everyone in Idiotville
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A Bladder-Emptying Experience
“It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.” This quote asserts that the hidden secrets within mysteries are the reason behind people’s fondness of chasing the truth. The real mystery is the visible, not the invisible. Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand. When people understand the outside of things, they think that they have them. Yet the Lord puts his things in sub defined, suggestive shapes, yielding no satisfactory meaning to the mere intellect, but unfolding them to the conscience and heart. Mysteries vary between alleged paranormals, mythological powers, mysterious artifacts, unresolved crimes, enigmatic codes, bewildering beliefs, and cryptic historical figures. However, nothing is more frantic, scary, and obnoxious than witnessing, with both of your bare naked eyes, your friends’ death in a grave yard thanks to the so called “Gashadokuros”.
It was October 31st, Halloween night, which was announced the day of slaughtering the Gashadokuro siblings, Nicholas, Helena, and Baron. Their story was epidemic in town. Most of my friends believed in this legend, which stated that if you sit in one of the three chairs in the “Idiotville” graveyard from midnight until one after it, you will have the ability to see the three siblings, but you’ll have to pay with your life doing so, and the others didn’t, the prior were my only three friends, Gemma, Cheryl, and Jason. It was also said that if you see a headless Nicholas, bloody Baron, and hear a shrieking Helena, you will be slaughtered in the most heinous and horrifying ways possible, even worse than being slaughtered by the one and only, creepy Bloody Mary. Regrettably, my psycho friends insisted on doing so, and nothing I said or did was able to thwart the three of them from going for it.
When Gemma, Cheryl, and Jason decided to try it, our inner circle gathered next to Thornhill, which was Cheryl’s house at 11:30 pm to go trick or treating. We were waiting on pins and needles for the clock to tick 12:00 am. Jason and I were frightened out of our wits, but Cheryl and Gemma were so excited that they were in the seventh heaven. When we finished our trick or treating, then we headed toward Idiotville’s graveyard. We got there; there were the three creepy chairs. I had goose bumps; this place gave me the heebie-jeebies. As the so called “The Three Musketeers” sat on the three chairs, the clock chimed 12:00. I was so frightened that I started quacking in my boots. Nothing happened at first, but as soon as it turned one minute after midnight, Gemma and Cheryl were running from a chair to another, whereas Jason was kneeling down on his knees begging and, what looked like, praying. I quickly sensed that something was wrong. The three of them then were leaning to the side with their eyes rolled back, rasping. I frantically began screaming for help, where out of nowhere Jason tried to catch my leg. I quickly kicked his face and ran as fast as a dog that licks its dish to tell the police officer what happened.
The police officer, Jeff, and I came back to the graveyard. What I saw and went through was the most harrowing sight one might ever come across. It was something bladder-emptying and, come hell or high water, would be never scrubbed out of my mind. Gemma’s head was placed on one of the chairs, along with Cheryl’s leg that was cut off and put on one of the graves, and Jason’s body was tied to a chair with his head missing. Continuous laughs and loud shrieks were still heard. Jeff then called the ambulance. The following day, newspapers came out and announced my friends’ tragic death, hiding and concealing how painful it was. To this day, I remain silent. Till now, no one really knows what those chairs are except that they have been there ever since “Idiotville” was found.
Ultimately, people are always going to be attracted to mysteries just like they’re attracted to drugs, because they leave big question and exclamation marks that intrigue to one’s mind and triggers one to seek answers, be it the hardest ways possible. Hence, mysteries are enigmas and puzzles waiting to be solved, decoded, and deciphered well into people’s minds. As the famous proverb says: ‘Mysteries are great. You never know where they will take you and when will they end you.’
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