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Haunted Object, Day 7
The skull clattered on the mantlepiece.
An unearthly voice cleaved the darkness:
...repent...
said the voice, as ice crystals formed on the windows.
*
Shivering, and full of nameless fears, I replied,
"wwwhat? what should I repent, dread spirit?"
*
The bones rattled again, in a decidedly impatient fashion, I thought.
*
...repent your lies... repent your drunkenness and debauchery ... repent that hole in your heart where compassion should be! ... repent your betrayal of the American Dream!...
Gradually growing louder, it finally yelled, ...and repent all of your actions, which have besmirched your family name!...
*
after a moment of terror, the penny dropped for me.
*
"Oh honey. You're haunting the wrong family member. I'm BRITTANY Kavanaugh. You obviously want my punk-ass bitch cousin Brett, who never met a beer he didn't like or a girl he didn't lust after in his heart."
*
The moment of silence that came from the clattering skull could have been characterized as sheepish.
*
...very well then...
*
The temperature of the room slowly began to increase, and my breath stopped fogging in the air.
*
...you may pass. my apologiesssssssss for the error...
*
Best believe I was out of there faster than a Republican denies responsibility for his or her actions...
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Apologies for bringing current events into it, but I'm going with the first prompt interpretation that hits my brain, and I thought this was funny. it's better than the rage I've been swimming in, I'll take it.
Haunted Object, Day 7
The skull clattered on the mantlepiece.
An unearthly voice cleaved the darkness:
...repent...
said the voice, as ice crystals formed on the windows.
*
Shivering, and full of nameless fears, I replied,
"wwwhat? what should I repent, dread spirit?"
*
The bones rattled again, in a decidedly impatient fashion, I thought.
*
...repent your lies... repent your drunkenness and debauchery ... repent that hole in your heart where compassion should be! ... repent your betrayal of the American Dream!...
Gradually growing louder, it finally yelled, ...and repent all of your actions, which have besmirched your family name!...
*
after a moment of terror, the penny dropped for me.
*
"Oh honey. You're haunting the wrong family member. I'm BRITTANY Kavanaugh. You obviously want my punk-ass bitch cousin Brett, who never met a beer he didn't like or a girl he didn't lust after in his heart."
*
The moment of silence that came from the clattering skull could have been characterized as sheepish.
*
...very well then...
*
The temperature of the room slowly began to increase, and my breath stopped fogging in the air.
*
...you may pass. my apologiesssssssss for the error...
*
Best believe I was out of there faster than a Republican denies responsibility for his or her actions...
*
*
*
Apologies for bringing current events into it, but I'm going with the first prompt interpretation that hits my brain, and I thought this was funny. it's better than the rage I've been swimming in, I'll take it.
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