Friday, July 29, 2005

One night, Timothy finished watching his midnight movie with a bunch of friends. As he was getting tired, he decided to go home first while his friends hung out a little longer. As he was walking through the park home, the full moon illuminated the path, only to show an old, boney street peddler selling some books. As Timothy always had an affinity with books, he decided to take a look. As he approached the old man, a chill ran down his spine. All the books were about supernatural beings! "Anything caught your interest?" the old man questioned. A book about ghosts caught Timothy's attention. "I will sell that book to you for only 20 dollars." the old man said quickly. He picked up the book and paid the old peddler. The man reached out for the money, looking through his straw hat. His clothes were tattered and torn, and resembled that of a farmer's. "Whatever you do, dont ever turn to the last page!" the peddler shouted while Timothy reached home. Timothy ran up to his room and sat on his bed. He continued reading... on and on... He was curious about the last page. But he was afraid that it would be a curse. After awhile, Timothy got tired and went to bed. In the middle of the night, a chilling breeze swept through his room and woke him up. Timothy found out that the wind had flipped open the book to the last page! Slowly, he walked up to his table, towards the book, sweat forming at his forehead. As he reached his table, he saw the last page of the book. Immediately, he fainted, his eyes still wide with shock. This is what he saw...
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Retail Price: $2.90
Discount Price: $0.90

guitarfreak!
6:12 PM


.:I am:.

misuke
Jun wei
1990
Practicing good english

.:Fallen:.

anna banana
*bosty
*elaine
emily
*eugenie
fion mei
gab
grace
*harng-yi lame ass
jeanette
*jian rui
*joel
*ker yu sucks
*kweeching
mel
san
shuyi
vignette
yushan aka neona


jun wei the child
rude singaporeans

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