Birdy,
Thanks for your support! While I am twisted, and, more than not, a little freakish, I welcome anyone with ideas to improve this site. That said, what a fantastic idea you have about...shall we call it "improv horror lit"?
Here goes...
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The little girl sat on the cold tiled floor staring at the basement door. By day, it was nothing more than background; a door that led to somewhere of no consequence. But now! In the night time, it filled the wall with its presence! She could almost sense its breathing, as if at any moment it would open its wide darkness and inhale her into its depths, Care Bear pajamas and all! She sighed. Or was that the door?
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Have fun, my fellow disturbed ones...