I tried to forget what she did to me all those years ago but I can’t. Whenever I see a pizza delivery car cruise by, I wheeze. The scent of sizzling toppings sends me spiraling into a storm of nausea and absolute terror. Every night I relive that trauma…the image of innocent little pieces of ham with hideous pineapple chunks all around them.
Boy oh boy, we’ve got ourselves a contest today! Such odd and eerie little tales have our Screamers!!! spun for us! It was tough, but in all the horrors, one stood just above the rest!
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