Possessed Laptop or Crazy Wife? Not Sure Yet-Rough Horror Sketch

8/2/2019 Possessed Laptop or Crazy Wife? Not Sure Yet-Rough Horror Sketch

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Did you find anything in town? asked

her husband.

I found an old laptop that weighs asmuch as a couple of bricks. Look at this

thing, she pulled the old grey machine

out the white plastic bag.

Wow, he ogled the hunk of plastic.

To think we sent men into space in thesame time period that that was

produced.


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Alright, Im gonna work.

Okay, babe.

She closed the door to the shadowy

den.

It was the last place she wanted to

work in, but, anywhere else, herhusband and the cat would never stop

bothering her.

Hed badger her with her constant

huns and the cat would insist on

sitting on her lap, mewing over and

over.

To this day, the husband still didnt

know that a cats meow was worse than

the squeaky noises of Styrofoam

rubbing together.

She had no clue what her next story

was to be about, though her agent

pressured her to make something up,

she just couldnt. She was way beyond

writers block, but was suffering from

severe writers fatigue.


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After working for six months straight to

get out some books and make somequick cash, the only thing she was, now,

capable of was zoning, as if catatonic,

or shopping on Ebay.

But this was it. She needed to get back

to work. Not everyone had the luxury towork on a writing career fulltime, but

she wasnt exactly rolling in dough,

either. Wasted time would put her on

the fast track back to the classifieds

back to accounting.

Down the Shrinking Hole was the series

of Jonas, who discovered, what he

thought, was a sinkhole under his bed.

Every night, when his parents thought

he was asleep, hed disappear down thehole, and into the Land of Marbles.

What they didnt know, her darling

husband and aggravating agent, was

that she was sick to death of f******Jonas. If he stood before her, ever, shed

rip his foam head off and shove it up his


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bubble gum a**. Then shed go and light

the JackTown Jiggery on fire, as the localpuzzle makers, Bok and Don would

explode, spattering her with jelly that

shed lick, pleasurably, off her skin.

She plugged in the laptop, not

expecting much of a show, from thepiece of junk. Her Dell having been

soaked by the pool earlier, but luckily,

she kept back up.

Damn, she cursed.

Shed forgotten to check for USBoutlets: The old lap top had none.

Deciding shed just pick up where she

left off, she lifted the screen and

pressed the on button.

Wow, she thought. This really is a pieceof junk.

The lap top flashed a DOS screen at her,

and a line of credits rolled for a few

minutes.


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But as she looked at the blank screen,

she found that thoughts came to her,for the first time in months.

She lifted her hands and touched the

chunky keys and wrote, Jonas fled

down Bubble Gum Lane, looking for

Mack, his two ton truck friend who wasactually the size of basketball.

Mack, called Jonas. Where are you?

But suddenly, it got dark; the bubbly

glass spun blue sky turned royal-

midnight.

A hot guy in a black suit approached her

with a smile.

You look lost, pretty lady, he said.

She knew she wasnt, but smiled wideand looked into his eyes.

This look always trapped men.

His eyes met hers, his jaw became

slack, and his smile faded just slightly.

Can I, he paused, buy you dinner?


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She said nothing, but closed her big

smile into a purposeful pout, turned herhead, never relinquishing her gaze, and

walked along the dark street.

He followed.

In the dark cabin, she poured him a

Chivas Regal.

How did you know I like scotch?

He was sweet, she thought. A truly good

guy, it was a shame.

For a moment, she thought of turninghim out.

Well, you should go. Ive got things to

do tonight.

Well, why? Lets get to know one

another. Im not dangerous. I wont try

to seduce you, I swear.

She blinked her large dark eyes and

nodded her head just slightly.

Jonas, he said. My name is Jonas.

Im Sarah.


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They sat on her red velvet couch.

He touched her thigh, igniting an all

over buzzing feeling of her body.

It wasnt his fault; he didnt lie about not

seducing her, though it appeared that

way.

Already, she didnt want him to waste

time only touching her thigh.

She flashed him another purposeful

pout and looked him in the eyes.

If he was going to die, it would be hisdecision.

He moved closer to her, smoothing his

hand further up, pushing back her

dress, all the way up to the fold of her

lower torso.

For a moment, he looked like he wanted

to draw back.

She raised her eyebrows and turned her

head just slightly left, while keeping her

eyes looking at his.


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He pulled down the straps of her dress,

displaying her breasts as if on a shelf.

She encouraged him by pressing the

back of his head downward. This was

her way of giving herself time to change

without him knowing, for she wasnt as

strong as most men until after.

Aggressively, he kissed her all the way

down, and then did his best to taste

every centimetre of skin.

She was hot for it, but, even more so,

hungry.

Sometimes, guilt changed her mind, but

on night like those, her hunger always

won.

It was a shame, too, for he was a good

guy; it was her that was bringing outthis side of him. Normally, he would

have been a gentleman.

Deciding to enjoy him for a little bit,

rather than tuck in, she lifted his face to

hers and kissed him back. Her lips and

tongue caressed him down his neck and


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back over to his ear, her favorite snack.

Like pigs ears, but only smaller.

She licked his lobes. She loved full ones,

they were soft and they were the best

when fried! Like a French fry, soft in the

middle, crunchy on the outside.

She sucked his ear, he rubbed her

between the legs.

She sucked harder; he moaned.

She widened her mouth around his

entire ear, and tasted a bit of salty-

sting

Hun, her husband was at the door.

Are you having a good time without

me?

What?

I hear you moaning in here. Can you

get porn on that old thing?

Im not even sure if it can get internet

yet.


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What in the world is this, he asked, as

he walked up behind. She pounded hisscrotum with the mallet. To make

tender meat balls out of man, one must

practically pulverize it.

His lips were peeled back and his

eyebrows furrowed into his forehead.

Hon, I dont think stores are gonna

stock this in their childrens section.

She didnt know what to say. She must

have fallen asleep, for she didnt

remember writing those things.

She set her finger on the pad and

scrolled up fast.

There it was, the last thing she

remembered: Jonas was with Mack.

They were running around in the SugarForest, kicking up sugar storms that cut

his skin.

He licked his arms, and the sugar

stung.

Look, Hon, we need money, now thatIm out of work. Try to get some work


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done he said as he walked to the

door, gave her one more look of horror,and left.

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