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Shall we start a #ChainStory today? Something with a spooky theme, perhaps?
I'm thinking one line at a time, with each person adding more chaos, intrigue, adventure, and shivers to the last.
This opener is inspired by M.R. James and @JGSchaeffer ❤️:
"After my last visit to the coast, where we cast my grandfather's ashes into the wind atop a cliff he'd walked every day for half a century, the ocean followed me wherever I would roam."
#WritersOfCoSo #WritingCommunity
@MLClark @JGSchaeffer At first, I thought it was a hallucination, so I tried to ignore it. But the ocean would not be satisfied. And you can't win against the ocean. I tried to ignore it, but it followed me all the way home, much to the consternation of the neighbors.
@AskTheDevil @MLClark @JGSchaeffer **Can this version of the entries be the slightly rule bendy version that allows a couple sentences? ::pleading look:: 👀 ** {If not, i'll delete this}
It started out small. I awoke one morning to wet footprints across my bedroom floor, seemingly made by someone after taking a shower, but i live alone.
Another evening, i began to fill my enormous bathtub, leaving the room for only a couple of minutes, only to see it overflowing upon my return to the room.
@Christmas_Snow @AskTheDevil @MLClark @JGSchaeffer After that incident, I began to scour the internet to see if there was anyone who could help explain what was going on.
@AverageCitizen @AskTheDevil @MLClark @JGSchaeffer It led me to a post on Reddit made by a guy who was mentioning occurances in the post that were all too familiar to me.
@AverageCitizen @AskTheDevil @MLClark @JGSchaeffer While other responders were questioning his sanity, i really felt for the guy. I mean, how in the hell does a 'normal' mind process water pouring down a wall, filling you with complete and utter terror at the speed that it fills the room, when in the blink of the eye it can just as swiftly disappear?
@Christmas_Snow @AverageCitizen @AskTheDevil
He answered with a cryptic rhyme about a lighthouse, and an address, which wasn't far from where my grandfather had spent over half his life, much of it a guarded secret to the rest of our family.