Zidlijan

I believe the ending was slightly over the top but it builds really well

What's the scariest thing that has happened to you?

Jesus christ enjoy the story and the people in the walls!

Thank you all you've made me feel really welcome here and also to the person who sent that video: Why

I used to be an "editor" at a web news paper

Thank you haha... Yeah I am quite really bored so I'm doing stuff ;U; Thank you for the welcoming, and why not it was just my birthday I want cake too ):

I Work as A Real Estate Agent. This is a Collection of Letters I Received Recently From A Client. Linked to source^ --------------------------------------- Dear Mrs. Anais Donaldson, I would like to thank you for helping us find a new home. Since the mysterious noises that we were hearing in our old house, we knew that we most definitely needed to find a new place to live. Josh and I were incredibly unsettled by the noises, and Amanda was waking up in the middle of the night in tears, she was so scared. We find this house to be a lot less troubling, and we feel a lot safer here. Thank you again. One thing that I would like to ask about is the state of the living room walls. Chips of the wall keep on falling off, and they look like they could crumble at any moment. Do you think you could direct us to someone who would help us fix that? Thanks again, Sierra Greggerson --------------------------------------- Dear Mrs. Anais Donaldson, Thank you so much for referring us to that worker! He did an excellent job fixing the walls, and now they look absolutely perfect! He put an extra layer of plaster on them and now they are much more sturdy. It turns out it wasn’t that big of a problem, as he didn’t even have to tear the walls down or anything. Nevertheless, he did a great job. Thanks again, Sierra Greggerson --------------------------------------- Dear Mrs. Anais Donaldson, I am so sorry for sending you so many notes. I’m sure you expected that once you had sold us the house, we would be done with each other, and I apologize for bothering you so much about our new house. It’s just that I have one small complaint about the new house. Well, it’s not so much my complaint as it is my daughter’s. She is afraid to be in the living room without me or Josh with her. She says that she can hear pounding on the walls whenever she is in there alone, almost like there is someone on the other side of the wall, but whenever she goes to check the room that is on the other side, no one is there. Now, I haven’t heard anything for myself yet, but she claims that this has been happening every time she walks into the room by herself. It doesn’t happen whenever Josh or I are in the room with her, so we don’t know anything for certain, but I figured that I should still bring this up to you, just in case something is the matter with the house. Yours truly, Sierra Greggerson --------------------------------------- Dear Mrs. Donaldson, I have made a mistake that I know I’m going to regret for the rest of my life. As you probably already know, Amanda turned 10 a little while ago, and so Josh and I felt it was a good time to start letting her try staying home by herself. We started off easy, letting her stay home for half an hour while we went to go stop by the bank, and now I wish that I had have made her come with us. Someone came into the house and took her. We called the police as soon as we realized that she wasn’t in the house, and they came and investigated, but they said that from as far as they could tell, nobody had ever been in the house. There were no traces of DNA, no fingerprints or anything. Someone took my daughter, and I have no way to figure out who. I’m sorry for bothering you with my personal matters. Yours truly, Sierra Greggerson --------------------------------------- Dear Mrs. Donaldson, I’m pretty sure that this is just because of the grief I have been feeling lately, but I’ve started to hear that pounding that Amanda was talking about whenever I’m sitting alone in the living room. It’s the weirdest thing, when I’m sitting in there alone, I can hear it as loud as it could possibly be, but when I call Josh in, it goes silent. It’s as if whatever is making that noise only wants me to be able to hear it. Sierra Greggerson --------------------------------------- Dear Anais, I finally cracked today, and I have most possibly had the worst day of my life. I told Josh to get the hammer that he keeps in the garage and break down the living room wall. He didn’t want to at first, but he finally did it after I begged him fr an hour. I can’t believe what I saw inside that wall, it’s too much to bear. Her body. Her body was inside the wall. My lovely, wonderful baby. There’s no doubt that it was her. It’s only been a couple of weeks, so the body hadn’t really started to decay yet, and it was unmistakable. Somehow, someone managed to kill my beautiful daughter and stuff her into our living room walls. I tried to call the police again, but once again, they couldn’t find any DNA or fingerprints. As far as they can tell, nobody other than me, Josh and Amanda have ever been in the house since we bought it. The worst part is, I still hear the pounding. I hear it in all the rooms now, and no matter what I do, it won’t go away. Sierra Greggerson --------------------------------------- Dear Mrs. Anais Donaldson, I am sorry to tell you that although the house you sold us was beautiful, my wife and I have decided to move out. After the death of our daughter, we figured that we needed a change of scenery in order to help us cope. I’m afraid we are not interested in doing business with you again. Sincerely, Josh Greggerson

Thank you all !! <3

Tfw you buy an electrodomestic and they want extra pay to bring it to your home calling it "maneurs"

I actually posted this on the Trainer's Journals, I swear I did ):

Thank you!!

Characters belong to me zidlijan and to scratchleader “Romantic” one shot. (Actually this just means they're not really... that) (Art by Masasei, it's a commission done for us) Agender character featured. I'd like some feedbag on this, the characters displayed here are both humans, for clearance-- and for background: They're best friends, this is some alternate universe thing I made for them but I ended up creating this writing to cheer up my lover but also because I wanted to see how effective it was... Anyway please don't tear me to shreds I'm new. -------------------------------------- “I’m not sure. I don’t do this too often.” the wolf commented with a displeased expression on his face, he wasn’t the most tactful man and certainly he had no intention of being one. “I’ll be sure to check for anyone coming here !” the pastel color haired friend exclaimed with a bubbly smile. They had a way with the wolf that he couldn’t quite pinpoint with the tip of his finger, and he certainly hated it, because they managed to usually convince him of doing things he knew he would regret later. Or enjoy too much. They were disclosed in the safety of the school bathroom storage room, granted that they had enough space for each other inside it. And the door, unfortunately unlocked, was closed. They just hoped no one was at school after class, not even detention class. For they had a motive to be there. Having to live in an unnacepting and abusive home both boys felt like they only had each other as a form of safe haven, they felt alone together, and through this detrimentic association, they grew past those who harmed them, beyond the pressure of their peers. With no reason to worry about the presence of others, the wolf removed his jacket and let it drop to the side with his satchel bag, sighing softly seeing as the other teen did the same, he didn’t feel threatened by their body in any form or way, he felt safe, almost. Once his chest was bare, and Raine’s too, they sighed a little before pulling out the cans of black and pink paint from their bags. “You brought Pink.” “And you brough black sempai!” Raine answered, a soft smile on their small pink lips. To Zylar, their body didn’t even seem male enough to be a boy, or feminine enough to be a girl. They were in a form of attractiveness that laid in the middle and walked perfectly with their identity. Fullfilling them. And the wolf respected that kind of life. A life full of identity. Black was, unlike most people thought, a full color, hollow on the outside but absorbing of everything, both positive and negative. And for some, like Raine, it meant that they also absorved the love, knowledge and wisdom that suffering could only provide. The darkness of the night was their nest and the darkness of their room was their hell. In the same order of thought, they deserved black, a color of fullfillment. “Why pink?” he asked after a second of momentary silence. “I believe pink to be the color of love, sempai. And I want you to be loved.” with the same smile they believed this. While they had the support of many and believed themselves to be loved, not only by the twins, but also their brothers and several friends, they knew Zylar was purposefully alone, and shoving everyone away before they had a chance to form a real personal relationship. They understood his loneliness. So they brought that color. He didn’t know how to respond so instead he brough out the brushes and gave one to Raine, turning to face the wall, and wait for them to be done. The paint was cold so he constantly jolted as their small hands worked on his bare back. Once they were done, the same course of action was taken, they turned to face the wall and Zylar did something to their back with the paint. They let it dry and promised to not remove or wash it or see it before they got home. And following their word each of them reclothed once the paint had dried, and each went to their respective homes. Raine giggled after closing the door to the twins’s home, they knew the wolf would probably not appreciate the cute little gestures they drew on his back. They really wanted him to feel loved after all, so they had drawn little cute hearts and stars, along with very meaningful words. However their curiosity spiked as to what he’d done, so after fighting off the annoying twins and their overprotective older brother they went to their room, to unclothe and look into the mirror. “You Matter” was written on their back.

México, Veracruz |D It's a nice place to be in the city I am at the moment, it's cool and cold.

TIL I can simply sit down and find new games and relax because my life is not guided by the screaming of a narcissistic old controlling woman

Legend of Mana and Parasite Eve