Can you write a creepy little story?

Question

Try putting these sentences into it. Have fun!
1. He's out in the backyard eating ants.
2. Is that a caterpillar on your upper lip, or do you just need to shave?
3. La cucaracha is doing the cha cha!
4. I don't like spiders and snakes.
5. "Worms," he said, "all I ever get is worms!"
6. The beetles are very good with hot sauce....kind of crunchy.

Answer 1

♥ -------> OOPS! Creepy Story? How about a Creepy Date?

It wasn't Halloween, but it sure felt like it. This was by far the WORST date Edwina had ever been on. As she sat across the table from Cuthbert, she could feel her blood pressure rising; well, her blood pressure and her lunch, as the man was making her sick.
He had taken her to what had been labeled by him a "Fine Dining establishment specializing in the delicacies of foreign cuisine"; it was anything but.
As he mused over the menu, she glanced about the dark, dingy room profusely wondering why L&I hadn't shut the place down already. Suddenly, she was brought back to reality by his fussing over choice of entree.
(5) "WORMS," HE SAID, "ALL I EVER GET IS WORMS!"
"Excuse me?" she interjected curiously.
He continued, "I get worms. Something about the escargot and duck ala oragne gives me worms; You know, those intestinal kind?" he said matter-of-factly. "I don't per se think they're tape worms, but they're some kind of parasitic cestodes that latch onto my intestines and make me poo a river for a week."
Edwina stared at him in silence. Had he REALLY just said that to her, as they prepared to order dinner? She thought for sure she was going to vomit.
Cuthbert continued on in complete oblivion to his major first date faux pas. "So i'm probably NOT going to order either of those! I'm thinking of going for something else a bit more, how do i say this?" He paused to gather his thoughts, then continued, "A bit more, G.I. friendly!"
The sound of his obnoxious cackling that followed his lousy tasteless joke gave Edwina a sudden vision of reaching across the table and choking him. (6) "THE BEETLES ARE VERY GOOD WITH HOT SAUCE.... KIND OF CRUNCHY" he said, still chuckling. "I think I'll go with those. (4) I DON'T LIKE SPIDERS AND SNAKES, so the beetles seem a good choice."
Edwina said nothing, but sat there clentching her menu.
"And what will YOU be having my scrumptious little love muffin?" he asked.
She sat there in motionless silence for a few seconds then repiled swiftly, "Another Tom Collins and a bottle of Eszopiclone to ensure the termination of my short-term memory in regards to this evening."
The sarcastic vehemence in her statement seemed not to phase him whatsoever. It was true, she thought, the man was an idiot. Just then she noticed a little something above his upper lip that she had not seen within the previous ten minutes of hell that had taken place in the tiny restaurant.
It the typical cynical tone which had been common thoroughout the evening during her discourse with Cuthbert, she quipped, (2) "IS THAT A CATERPILLAR ON YOUR UPPER LIP, OR DO YOU JUST NEED TO SHAVE?"
He lifted his hand to his mouth and wipped just below his nose, then he looked into his hand. "Oh... oh, ha ha," he started. "How embarassing; it's seems it's a piece of the brie and avacado dip we had as an appetizer." Then he wiped his hand onto the tablecloth.
Knowing that it had NOT been the appetizer, Edwina was fed up. She just witnessed a grown man wipe his boogers on the tablecloth.
She couldn't contain her furious distaste for him any longer. Violently and quickly she stood up from the table and exclaimed, "OKAY! THAT'S IT!" and she threw down her napkin. "I'm really sorry Cuthbert, really i am, but you are the WORST date i have ever had!" She proceeded to grab her coat and purse off of the back of the chair and fumbling around in frustration gathered her belongings as to leave.
Suddenly she cried out, "OMG!!!!" and hopped up onto the chair clentching her belongings tightly.
"What?! What's wrong?" Cuthbert exclaimed as he watched her shivering in a mixture of disgust and fright.
"There!" she said nearly tearful as she pointed to the floor. "It's a roach!" she whined as a tear slowly trickled down her cheek. "Right there by the leg of my chair! (3) LA CUCARACHA IS DOING THE CHA CHA on the floor!"
As the other patrons viewed Edwina's outburst in sheer curiousity, a waiter quickly came over and stepped on the bug, putting it out of it's misery. Unfortunately, he could not put Edwina out of hers. "Ma'am, ma'am," said the waiter in his thick accent as he picked up the remains of the insect with a napkin, "Louke, its all gune! Is deead!"
Edwina burst into tears, "I wanna go home!" she cried. Then she wiped her tears and cautiously hopped down from the chair. "THAT'S IT!! I'm leaving!" she huffed in a furious yet desperately sorrowful tone. And she walked straight towards the restroom as to compose herself before calling a taxi service.
As she stood there staring into the mirror, washing her hands, furiously cursing herself silently in her thoughts for ever agreeing to this date, one of the wait staff walked into the restroom. Taking notice of her excited and tearful state, the girl asked, "Are you okay, miss?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," she said, as she tore a small piece of paper towel off of the roll and dried her hands, and then her tears. "Okay," said the girl, "I was just making sure. You seem awful upset." "No, I'm fine," Edwina said, "Thank You for asking." "All right," said the girl, then she proceeded into the stall. Edwina took out her cell phone and dialed her friend. As she pleaded with her friend to come and pick her up, so she wouldn't have to mentally deal with anxiety of waiting on a cab, she recounted how lousy of an evening it had been, nearly breaking down into tears again on the telephone.
"Where is he now?" asked the voice on the other end of the call. "Oh (1) HE'S OUT IN THE BACKYARD EATING ANTS for all i know," Edwina mused, "I don't really give a sh*t. I just want to go home!"
She walked out of the restroom, cautiously peeking around the corner to see if Cuthbert were any where in sight. Although she had firmly stated her intentions of bailing on what would go down in her personal recollection as the CREEPIEST and most horrible date ever, she still did not want to have to explain herself to him again, in fear that she would completely embarass herself and him with what she was now thinking. Noticing him at the bar, drinking away the embarassment of having his date walk out on him, she realised that he'd recover, not that she cared much. She quietly slipped out of the front door, unnoticed, and waited for her ride. She was definetly going to try her best to forget this entire evening.

♥♥The End♥♥
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Answer 2

He's out in the backyard eating ants.
He asks" Is that a caterpillar on your upper lip, or do you just need to shave?"
His friend answers, "No but La cucaracha is doing the cha cha!"
He says "I don't like spiders and snakes".
His friend replies "Worms," he said, "all I ever get is worms!"
He says "The beetles are very good with hot sauce....kind of crunchy."

Answer 3

"Can I take your order?" asked the Waitress Vampire Bat to the Drunken Snake in the dirty Diner.

"Is that a caterpillar on your upper lip, or do you need a shave?" asked the drunken Snake as he rested his head on the greasy menu.

"I don't like spiders and snakes" The waitress vampire Bat replied.

"Can I see the Manager?" the drunken Snake mumbled, as la Cucaracha did the chacha on the ugly, sticky orange bench next to him.

"He's out in the backyard eating worms, I'm not going to fly around your table all day now, what are you ordering?"

"What kind of dressing do you put on the garden salad?"

"Worms"

"Worms" he said, "All I ever get is worms" he grumbled to himself.

"Well then, may I suggest deep fried beetles? The beetles are very good with hot sauce...Kind of crunchy"

"CRUNCHY?" Shouted the Snake with a big smile on his face.

"Sigh! Kind of crunchy! Not entirely crunchy!" Harshly replied the Bat.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" Asked the Snake.

"Sometimes they are crunchy, sometimes they are not" Said the Bat in a dry tone.

Snake: "You never sssssssmile, do you?"

Bat: Never is a mighty big word.

Snake: Is not! It's a five letter word.

Bat: Is so, never implies forever, or else it would not be called never!

Snake: Does not! Nothing lasts forever.

" Does so! Never means never and it means forever, and it never ends!" replied the Bat in a loud tone.

"And how would you know that?" the snake calmy asked.

Bat: I will never take your order

Snake: And how do you know that to?

"I don't know, I just know!" Shouted the angry Bat.

Snake: Well, do you or don't you know? Make up your mind.

Bat: Can I rest on your tail? This conversation is exhausting.

"Sounds interesting" said the Snake with a smile on his face.

"Thank you" said the Bat as she sat on the Snake's tail.

"Yumb, welgulp" Saith the Snake as he swallowed the Bat"

"Never say never is not forever" has echoed in that poor Snake's stomach ever since.

Answer 4

I don't like spiders and snakes. However, I will eat any kind of bug. The beetles are very good with hot sauce..kind of crunchy. My brother, I call him Roach, likes them, too. In fact, now, he's out in the backyard eating ants.

Just yesterday I heard him complain, "Worms", he said, "all I ever get is worms." But they weren't worms he was eating. "Hey Bro", I yelled, "Is that a caterpiller on your upper lip, or do you just need a shave?" He freeked out and started wiping his face and dancing around. "Hey Roach, la cucaracha is doing the cha cha!"

Just then, Roach, lost his cookies and so did I. Do you think the first part of the story is creepy? Then, don't look at the mess on the floor!

Answer 5

Theres a man within the forces who went to the center east after a excursion and taken again a battle trophy from an historic temple whatever just like the Ziggurat of Ur , whatever like a small kiln fired clay winged lion. They blamed all his abnormal temper alterations on Post Traumatic Stress, seems The clay mannequin is a spirit bottle for an historic evil, which in flip possesess and transforms him right into a winged lion for the duration of a whole moon which might tie within the werewolf factor. He takes a commute to a mosque to peer a nearby Imam who can experience his curse and offers him the reply to both manipulate it or clear up the entire factor through returning his battle trophy to in which he observed it. In the imply time, every kind kick off, A go among Dog squaddies and possibly Alien as opposed to predator within the last scenes... its simplest an concept....

Answer 6

A CREEPY LITTLE STORY

“Monster, have you seen Igor?” asked Dr. Frankenstein? Monster, replied, “Yes, Master, He’s out in the backyard eating ants.”
"That’s a bad habit he picked up from his friend, Renfield,” said Dr. Frankenstein. “Monster, promise me you won’t do that, because you might eat fire ants by mistake. They would give you a big time tummy-ache. I‘m afraid you just aren’t smart enough yet to tell the difference.” The monster replied, “Yes, Master.”

“Monster,“ said the doctor. “You know, I have been trying to make you more handsome by all this plastic surgery I do, yet your grooming is atrocious. So, tell me, Is that a caterpillar on your upper lip, or do you just need to shave?”

“Igor took my razor away from me,” replied the monster. “He said I could only shave when he was with me because I might cut myself.” The doctor kindly replied, “Well, I’m with you now, you can use mine.”

Ding! Dong! -- “Drat! That’s the doorbell,” said Dr. Frankenstein. “I hope its Renfield with more body parts. I need some for that bride of yours I am building.”

“Good to see you, Renfield, What have you brought me?” asked Dr. Frankenstein. “Worms," he said, "all I ever get is worms!" The doctor replied, "Not a total loss. Monster and I can always go fishing."

“Renfield, you just aren’t digging deep enough in those graves,” admonished Dr. Frankenstein. “Well, since you are here, you might as well go out back and visit Igor, but tonight the three of us are going to get those body parts!!”

“Can I go too?” asked the monster. “Not tonight,” replied the doctor. “You need to work on your lessons. Why don’t you write a poem about worms as your homework?”

Renfield went out to see Igor, “Whatcha doin, Igor?” he asked. Igor answered, “Look!! La cucaracha is doing the cha cha!” Renfield said, “La cucaracha looks muy delicioso when she shakes her hips like that. I think I’ll eat her.”

Igor said, “No, let her go. I like to watch her dance. How about some beetles instead? I have a bottle of hot sauce in my pocket. The beetles are very good with hot sauce....kind of crunchy”

“OK,” said Renfeld. “I guess they’ll do for now. By the way, the boss wants us to go with him tonight, and get some fresh body parts for that broad he’s building for the monster.”

“Well, then,” replied Igor, “We’d better hustle up, because time’s a wastin’.” Just then, Dr. Frankenstein called out to them, “Hey you guys, get off your duffs. It’s time to go to work.”

Renfield said, “While we are digging, we can get some fresh spiders, and maybe even some snakes for a snack.” Igor made a face, and said “Ewww, I don't like spiders and snakes, especially snakes because they are so creepy and crawly.”

“That’s the best part about them,” enthused Renfield. “I don’t even have to swallow. I just put them in my mouth, and they crawl the rest of the way. Just think of them as kind of like really big worms! Harder to find though. I usually only find worms.”

Dr. Frankenstein said, “Quit dawdling, it’s getting late. The moon is already up. Now, Monster, be sure to work on that poem about worms while we are gone. Tomorrow, I‘ll teach you how to tie your shoes.”

Will Dr. Frankenstein, Renfield and Igor find some “good stuff” on their little moonlight trip to the cemetery? Will Renfield convince Igor that snakes are “good eatin’?“ Will Monster do his homework?

This is the poem Dr. Frankenstein found on his pillow the next morning:

WORMS….By Monster
Big fat, slimy ones
Little tiny, squirmy ones
See how they wiggle and squirm