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natsumenatsu said:
how would you kick my... if you can't see me?...

yes... well... with a candle... or lamp... my favorite is making a rabbit... not the simple one... the one with the whole body...

shadows would appear and move different from what you do...

play cards with a candle or a lamp...

card games and ghost stories are prohibited in the night... they invite unearthly entities that hears the call...

speaking of which... i remember one that was told to me...

it was nighttime and a group of people were playing cards...

a stranger approaches and joined the game...

the stranger kept winning everytime...

one decided to cheat and started to pick a different set of cards from under the table...

as the person intentionally dropped and pick a different set of cards...

he noticed that the stranger's feet a hooves...

he panicked...

accidentally knocked down the lamp...

set the whole place on fire...

but the stranger is sitting still in his chair...

as it laughed and disappeared along with the fire...

last night's story was about...

what was it again?... i can't remember...

oh... right...

it was about someone who dropped the blanket from the bed to the floor...

then something underneath the bed snatched it...

sometime later, when the person tells this story...

was asked if the person regretted not looking what's under the bed...

the person just answered "no" ....

does anybody here didn't do something because they're too scared to do it?...

do you regret it now?...

wow it's almost a month since anybody visited the lounge...

don't mind me...

wow... a month has pass by and nobody came to visit...

i guess...

that's it...

so the other day... i heard a story about a kid talking to someone beneath a drain...

and then something from the drain just pulls him down...

something about a red leprechaun...

i'm not sure...

the regulars doesn't seem to visit as well...

maybe when i come to a point where i enjoy talking to myself...

someone will just barge in and ruin it for me...

yesterday... i was accused of doing something bad...

even though i was pretty clueless of what that might be...

sometimes people will just hate for being too good at something...

i hate it when that happens...
. . .okay, oh i get it now. Yeah, if you didn't quote yo self i would've still been lost as for being scared to do something. I was scared to talk/approach people because i was so innately shy and i regret it always cuz i missed out on know some great individuals. And the kid getting pulled under the sewers it's that a sence for Stephen King's book: "It"? i think it was a clown with red hair not a red leprechaun