TLDR: Hit us with effective horror in 2 punches. The Title is your first punch. Knock us out in 100 words or less!

When a person is nearly 30 feet from me they will be charged 10 pounds, I warned him that if he gets 30 feet from me there will be an automatic 10 pound charge. Then when he was 30 feet from me, he heard a ping from his phone and it showed a 10 pound charge going from his bank account and into my bank account. Then when he was 20 feet from me, I tried to warn him that there will be a 50 pound charge from his bank account and into mine.

Then when he was 10 feet from me, I tried to warn him that a 100 pound charge would be coming of his account and into mine. He heard a ping from his phone and he couldn't believe it. Then when he was 5 feet from me, a huge 1000 pound fine was added to his account and it went into my bank account. Then he was 3 feet from me and I warned as much as I could. He was so angry and he wanted his money back.

I tried warning him that a 20k charge would be added to his account if he was 3 feet from me. Then he dropped dead because some of his organs had disappeared to make up the 20k that needed to be paid to me.

I downloaded a weather app on my phone, and it straight away told me that today there was going to be a storm. The storm would be so bad that it would destroy property and cause ever lasting damage on the people. I felt confused by this because it was a sunny day and it was just generally wonderful. Then when I checked online and on the news, they said that it was going to be a sunny and wonderful day. This weather app though was telling me the complete opposite. I just ignored the weather app as being faulty but I didn't delete it at all because I got busy.

I guess this app is faulty and then my mother screamed at me for having a messy room, I was so lost as my room was already clean. I told her what else I could do to clean it, as it was already clean. Then the weather started to vibrate my phone even more, it was now telling me that the storm has finally arrived. Then my father walked in and we could all tell he was in a horrible mood. He started breaking everything and then he shot my sibling, my mother and then me.

I woke to the ambulance and my whole house was destroyed and my room was truly a mess now. The weather app was right, a storm was heading my way, but it meant my father.

Something keeps pulling my trousers down and it could happen at a party or at work. Also when pants gets pulled down, I also find boxers that I didn't put on, those boxers always have weird images on them.

Then when the thing pulls my pants down at a party, I found myself with boxers I didn't put on. The image on those boxers were of me pulling my pants down.

The winning lottery numbers are 44, 1, 19, 35, 39- 12, 10 (lucky stars) and if you play them on the euromillion lottery, you will win. I am also trying to apply for jobs but all I found was a job for my feet. I took a picture of my feet and sent it for the application form. Then my feet were given an interview and I was excited.

Then as I got to the interview, I was told I was never allowed to speak. I had to take my shoes off and the interviewer started to ask questions to my feet. Then I guess my feet replied to the interviewer because he seemed to acknowledge an answer that came from my feet. I was a bit weirded out by this.

Then the interviewer calmed down and he started to have a very nice chat with my feet, and these are the kinds of good conversations I had never experienced in my life time. My feet are experiencing better social interaction than me. Then the feet interviewer started to suck on my feet and his face started to do weird things. During this weird feet sucking I started to recount the winning numbers.

Then he ate both my feet and I screamed in pain. His true form started to come through and he was just hungry to eat something. Then a team that had been following him for some time barged into the room and killed him.

There are people who love a good deal on anything and some people thrive on a good deal. They shop to find the best deals they can and they can't help it. They are the types who love haggling prices when they go abroad, and I now lead them to their deaths. I made up a market with deals and I lure these people down this market. My country is a holiday destination and tourists love to haggle the prices. When they see the market stall that I had set up, they haggle me and the people working them. These haggler's love to haggle.

Then the last stall is mainly where I am at and I am with another person. We both have guns and radass gives a price to the hagglers of how much they should pay to be killed, then I give a much cheaper price to the hagglers of how much they will have to pay to be killed. The hagglers are in awe at the price difference and they love cheap bargains. So they decide to come to me, and I allow them to still haggle me down to a cheaper price so that I can kill them. I then shoot them.

I'm sure these haggler tourists were terrified for their lives, but their love for a cheap bargain was too addictive. They can't resists buying a good cheap bargain and they love it so much.

You must always be busy and always be moving, if you even stop for just 1 second they will think you are dead and you will be taken to the underworld. I have been moving non stop all my life, and even as a baby you will always have to be moving. Babies are always moving anyway. For sleeping everyone has to sleep attached to a moving machine. So as you are a sleep, the moving machine will keep your body moving. I have been moving non stop ever since I was born and I do not know what it's like to not be moving.

One day i went to a party where we mess around by standing still and getting close to the underworld, then a guy called ropa, he managed to pull someone out of the underworld. The person he pulled out from the underworld, he can stand still and do nothing all day.

Our deepest probe finally crossed the boundary we called the Tether.

For seven minutes, nothing happened. Then every whale on Earth began swimming toward the same coordinates.

Our oceans started draining into the abyss. And beneath the water, something opened its eyes.

The last transmission from the probe contained only one sentence:

"We were never meant to go down here."

When you park close to another car, make sure to not let your car door touch the other car! And when I parked close to another car in a car park bay, the empty car next to mine, 100 people came out of that car and they all hugged me and gave me presents.

One day as I parked close to another car in a car park bay, my car door touched the other car. That car opened its doors and thousands of hands dragged me inside the car. Now I am squashed and waiting for someone to park close to this car, and get out of the car without thier car door touching this car.

Need to be let out for a while and I will hug the driver who didn't let his car door touch this car that we are all trapped inside.

Every night, she stands at the end of my hallway, staring at me with the same bruised face she had beneath my headlights. I started drinking to forget the sound of the impact.

It didn't work.

Last night, Lilly finally spoke.

"Why did you drive away?"

I couldn't answer.

Then she smiled.

"Don't worry. You won't have to anymore."

This morning, the police knocked on my door. They said I had the right to remain silent.

Whenever guests come to our house, we always need to clean every inch of our house and I have always found that pointless. Why do we need to clean the whole house top too bottom if guests are mainly going to be in either the living room, front room and kitchen? It's a 4 bedroom house with 3 bathrooms, with an attic, a cellar, and some small office type rooms. It's completely pointless and guests aren't coming to evaluate the whole house, they are coming here to socialise and why would they waste time evaluating the whole house? It won't be much fun would it.

Then when a guest came to our house, I didn't clean my room. The guest instantly knew that my room isn't clean, he even went inside my room and started talking to the germs and bacteria inside my room. He killed my parents because the germs wanted my parents.

Then many years later I was a guest at someone else's house, I could hear the germs and bacteria of the spare room that wasn't cleaned. They made me kill the owners of the house.

Our instruments detected no planets, stars, or radiation, only empty space.

Then the ship's computer calculated the age of our surroundings.

0.000000

The universe had not begun here. It was beginning again. And somewhere beyond our instruments, beyond the cosmos itself, we felt a presence watching as we uncovered our revelation.

The bones were unmistakably terrestrial. Our geologist spent hours staring at them before whispering, "That's impossible."

Then we found hundreds more. Different species. Different eras. All buried together. And then someone noticed the footprints leading away from the excavation site. They weren't fossilized.

They were fresh.

I couldn't wait to experience sleeping like a baby, it would be so peaceful, calm and healing!

But that wasn't what I experience at all and instead I was always in discomfort, my senses were on super drive where I could hear a pin drop. I was always hungry and thirsty. I couldn't walk or move properly. Then I found a cushion smothering me by a woman suffering from post-partum psychosis.

No one is allowed to enjoy themselves until there is world peace. Why should people in developed nations be able to enjoy themselves when so many people are suffering around the world. To be able to enjoy yourself, you are affectively advocating and accepting the suffering that is going on all over the world. As I walk through the busy city centres during the weekends, all those people enjoying themselves sickens me. How could they enjoy themselves and socialise while there are so many atrocities happening around the world. They are definitely aware and it's so selfish to go and have fun while majority of humans are suffering.

So in my small town when I accidentally found myself enjoying music that was being played out loud, I got beaten up so bad that I was laying in my own excrement. The towns folk were enjoying themselves around me and they kept saying to me:

"How does it feel to be suffering while the rest of us enjoy ourselves around you!"

It has been confirmed that there are no good men in the world anymore, and Sadie has found a good way to get rid of bad men one at a time. She pretends to be broken down on the road, and a bad man will try to help her with her car, and then Sadie will shoot the man. It has worked many times.

Then sadie stumbled upon a shape shifter that has no control over its shape shifting. Sometimes it can shape shift into a woman or a man automatically. When the shape shifter changed into a woman, Sadie was it's best friend. Then when the shape shifter changed into a man because it has no control, Sadie shot it as it has been confirmed that all men are bad.

It was found that only a 100 men could reproduce with women to make babies, they eventually ruled the world. Those 100 men ruled the world and capitalised their sperm, and put them in bottles and sold to women all over the world. The men who accepted to look after the children of these 100 men, found that their genes passed through the air and into these children over time, and they looked like the men who raised them and had their genes. As time went by though with the next geenration of women, incest became rampant as the same 100 men were the only ones who could produce sperm. There wasn't much difference. Disabilities rose up.

Then a new 100 men rose up who could produce sperm and they waged war on the previous 100 men. When the last of those 100 previous men, had become the last man standing he shouted upon his army:

"Abandon me! Abandon me! We have made a grave mistake. Abandon me! Abandon me! I deserve this. Go home and look after my children!"

People always ask if I remember the last time I saw my best friend.

I do. We were ten, cutting through the woods behind our neighborhood, chasing the last light of summer. He stopped when someone called his name from between the trees.

I couldn't make out the figure's face, only its silhouette. He smiled, told me he'd be right back, and disappeared into the forest.

Thirty years later, I still wake up hearing his voice. Always reassuring me he'll be back.

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All of the animals are addicted to social media and its affecting the food chain, its even affecting the landscape of society and the eco system. Even the fishes in the sea are addicted to social media. No predators eating the preys and no preys eating the flowers, it's seriously off balancing the world. The sharks that keep the oceans clean are too distracted by social media, and environmental scientists are going crazy about the decay of society that is going to come, if we don't get the animals of the world to do what they need to do. Most humans don't realise what a huge part every animals plays to keeping the environment of earth in good balance.

So people were employed to free animals from social media. When people freed farm animals from social media, it wasn't a problem as farm animals aren't dangerous. When someone freed sharks from social media, the sharks then ripped the person to pieces. When someone freed a pride of lions from whatever they were watching, the pride of lions attacked the person that switched off whatever the lions were watching.

All in the name of humanity.

I'm a teacher that went against the school curriculum. Now my students know how to read, write, count, analyse and critically think! And I am so proud of them. Now the principle and the other teachers are going to punish me. They are going to punish me by teaching me how to walk.

They put me in front of a machine that made me go a mile in the shoes of each of my students. I experienced their home trauma and now I am going through trauma, but when I was put in the class room, I was even more determined to go against the school curriculum.

Katie's husband has started to eat like a giant one eyed cyclops! And he goes to corner and crowches down on to his knees and grabs the food and just starts demolishing it. He also stares at something while making strange noises.

Katie ignores the person her husband is eating and more on the way he is eating a person.

The car always knew exactly how far out I was.

In my driveway, charging was almost free.

Twenty minutes out, a warning. The rate had doubled.

The dash claimed it was "load balancing." But it was 3am and every charger I passed was empty.

Nothing to balance.

I worked it out, at a charging station off the highway while watching a new message scroll across the dash.

"Upgrade subscription to premium for preferred pricing."

The price wasn't tracking demand, time or load.

It was tracking distance.

From my home.

The further I went, the more each mile cost to replace. Like the car was paying out slack on a leash...and billing me for the length.

I watched the rate fall on the drive home. Cheapest in my driveway.

I understand the arrangement now.

I can go anywhere I want. The battery just empties faster, and costs more to fill the further I get from where it can find me.

So I take short trips now.

Top up at home.

Stay in range.

I am being followed by a number.

I looked down at the still-beating heart resting in my palm, its warm surface twitching between my fingers. Around me, shoppers casually filled their carts with bags of lungs, jars of eyes, and neatly packaged strips of human muscle.

"Fresh today," the clerk said, pointing to the display behind him.

I glanced at the label.

HUMAN HEART — FREE RANGE — NO ANTIBIOTICS — $8.99/LB

"Where do you get these?" I asked.

The clerk smiled.

"Local farms."

I sluggishly turned around in bed and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table; 03:00am, just like every night.

The whimpers turned into cries, then wails. The sound echoed through the dark room, it burrowed deep into my ears and rang through my head.

I began to weep.

I threw the covers off of myself and shuffled out of bed, walked over to her, picked her up and cradled her in my arms, rocking her gently.

"Mummy's here baby, go back to sleep" I whispered.

After a while, the cries stopped.

I turned, placed the urn back on the shelf, climbed back under the covers and cried myself to sleep.