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Monday, March 27, 2006
omg, lameness

got this from Friendster Bulletin.

Message: Don't stop reading this or
something
VERY
BAD
will
happen to you in exactly 5 hours and 22
minutes.
This
is extremely freaky. Be careful what you
open.


During a thunderstorm ...

Beth: Hey Ben! Sup?
Ben: Uhhh ... nothing much about to go
to a
party ...
haha you?
Beth: Haha nice ... uhhh just staying in
for the
night.
Ben: I have this huge favor to ask you ...
Beth: Yeah ... what?
Ben: Can you please come over and
watch my
brother for me? I won't be able to go if no
one
watches him.
Beth: Ughh ... well ....
Ben: Please Beth!
Beth: *Sighs* Alright. I'll be over in a few
minutes.

A few minutes later, Beth arrives at Ben's
house.

Ben: Hey, thanks so much!
beth: Hehe. No problem. By the way, you
look
really
nice.
Ben: Thanks! Anyways, here's my
number. Call
me
in
about an hour and tell me how
everything is, okay?
Beth: Alright, bye!

Then Ben left. Beth headed over to Ben's
younger
brother.

Beth: Hey sport!
John: Hi Beth ... I'm really scared ...
Beth: Awww ... don't be. I'm here. Lets
turn on
some
T.V.

As Beth walked over to the T.V. , the
lights
suddenly
went out. John freaked out and screamed!

Beth: John, it's okay. I have a flashlight.
Hold on,
one
second. Darn it! The flashlight doesn't
work!
Uhmmm ... okay, okay, lets go up to your
brother's
room. I think he has an extra one.
John: *mumbles* okay.

As Beth and John headed up towards
Ben's
room,
they heard a creepy laughter that brought
chills
up
their spines.

John: *screams* What was that?!
Beth: John stop doing that. Let me call
your
brother
and ask where the flashlight is.
John: But I didn't ... *Johns voice started
to fade
away ...*
Beth: Hey Ben! How's the party?
ben: Good, thanks! Listen I got to go. Can
I call
you
in
5 minutes?
Beth: Sure. But where's the flashlight in
your
room?
Ben: Oh, uhmmm ... it's under my bed, to
the
left. I
think.

Beth walks over to Ben's bed and screams.

Beth: Oh my God!
ben: What happened?!
beth: Oh, hahah. Nothing, I didn't know
you had a
clown statue in your bedroom. It scared
me half
to
death Especially the bloody knife on its
hand. It
looks
so real! Where did you get it? Did you get
it at
the
Halloween store?
Ben: Beth ... I don't have a clown statue
in my
bedroom.

The line quickly goes dead. Ben started
panicing
and
raced home as fast as he can. When he
got
home,
he
ran into his bedroom, where Beth and
Ben were
no
where to be seen. He saw his brother
lying on his
bed.

Ben: *rolls his eyes and said to himself* I
can't
believe
Beth would play such an awful trick on
me.

He went and sat down at his computer
and pulled
up
myspace. He went into his myspace
account and
checked his bulletins. I noticed that he
had a
random
new friend. The profile picture was a
freaky
clown
face. That made him freak out a bit.
Then he saw
that
the mysterious clown friend had posted a
bulletin
called "Clowning Around". Ben opened
the bulletin
and
started to read it. This was the same
bulletin that
he
saw last night! He got freaked out and
didn't
repost
it.

Trembling, he got in his bed, next to his
brother
and
kissed his cheek good night.

Ben: You can sleep here with me tonight,
Sport.
Good
night.

Suddenly, the figure in the bed turned to
ben.

Clown: Now its your turn.

Ben let out a high pitch screamed and
the clown
killed
him. After the job was done, the clown
threw Ben
under the bed along with Beth and John.



If you don't repost this in the next 10
minutes,
the
clown will appear by your bed tonight,
while
you're
sleeping and the same ending will
happen to you.
When you repost this name it your
schools name.
This isn't a joke

Karen wrote this at.. 3/27/2006 10:18:00 PM
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