>Be me
>About a year ago
>Sister moved to the states with family
>After about a week of her being gone, the coast is clear
>Out of lotion, think "I'm too lazy to buy lotion, might as well search her room for it."
>Search her drawer first
>Bottom drawer, found cool stuff like pens, nick-nacks, and little Japanese statues
>Second to bottom drawer, found pregnancy test. IT WAS POSITIVE!
>I probably shouldn't have gone meddling in my sisters stuff, but I did
>The show must go on
>Middle drawer, clothes with... Hemp incense. SCORE (She was a hippy/Buddhistfag)
>Second to top drawer, find more pens and heated blanket, nothing too interesting
>Top drawer, find medicine and random items. Still no lotion
>Decide to search her sliding closet
>Not much to see, just stacks of papers and plastic boxes each marked with numbers.
>Actually found a pretty cool PS2 with a copy of metal gear solid 2, remember childhood. Feels pretty good
>Now for the closet with no light switch
>Don't have a flashlight, living in a Japanese house. You have no Idea how scared I was of Japghosts
>Soldier on, light the only lantern we have and go in. Looks sort of like a basement but no end, only darkness.
Cont?
Be me
MOAR
kill yourself
I just don't fucking get it you silly gook. I understand that some things take time to build up, nut where the fuck are you going with this? Where's the spaghetti?
This better be worth it op...
keep going..
don't fucken ask "cont?" like a faggot, just tell us
Cont.
>Got my lantern, and walked into the closet
>Door creaks behind me
>Scream "WHAT THE FUCK!"
>It's my faggot cat again
>Forgot he knows how to open and close doors
>Sometimes I thought that the little fucker had something against me
>Pick him up and take him out of sisters room
>Re-enter room
>Walk deep into the closet and find papers, boxes, pens, pencils, etc.
>The usual stuff to find in a closet other than Queen
>Clothes hung up high
>Notice that there's a tiny door.
>Anticipation is building up now
>What could it be? Could it be a secret cache left by the Japs?
>Could it be a secret armory? Could it be the entrance to the basement where somebody might be hiding?
>Hand moves slowly to the doorknob
>Grab the doorknob and turn it
>Pull open the door
>A doll is sitting inside a tiny room made out of wooden planks and a mirror, it looked exactly like my sister.
>Call my parents and question them about it.
>"Your grandmother made it for your sister before she passed."
>A huge weight has been lifted off my chest. The question still remains. Why was it in that tiny room
>"We don't know why it was in there. It was supposed to be in the attic."
>The weight was back. and with it a feeling of pure depression. These feeling were a horrid cocktail of self loathing followed by spicy agonizing pain.
>I never felt like that before. I looked behind me, there it was, it was holding my empty lotion bottle. I grabbed my laptop and fled, took the train to the navy base to hang out at the navy lodge.
I never have that feeling anymore. Sometimes I feel something similar, but it subsides quickly.
Bad green. You're no son of mine...
Pick of bullshit room with doll
SPICY FEELINGS
The solution is obvious:
Fap on the doll
so is your sister dead or did she move to the US?
meh
I never took a picture of it. Living in a different home now. I'm never going back to that house anyways.
She moved to the us. When did I say that she died?
>Your Grandmother made it for your sister when she passed.
Talking about my grandmother buddy.
BUT DID YOU FIND HER DILDO?
I think he meant his grandmother made the doll before she (the grandmother) died
timestamp closet op
It was white and plain.
Your grandma possessed a doll to scold you for jacking it!
Different user here but after you said that I realized that I'm more retarded than I thought I was
pic or it never happened
Believe what you want pal, I'm never going back there.
>be me. OP.
>Hadn't many (You)s in quite some time
>Decide to post sexual greentext on Sup Forums
>Post part 1. People want more while giving me my (you)s
>Take lube out of my industrial barrel and put it on my elephant dildo
>Laugh, because faggots think I'm out of lube
>slowly insert dildo in ass.
>Who am I kidding? I jump straight onto it, ramming it balls deep.
>Those (you)s do their job
cont?
MOAR
>But the (You)s I got are not enough
>While jumping up and down on the dildo I devise my plan
>People respond more if I piss them off
>I use cliche dark close with japghosts as plot device
>The twist is: It's a creepy doll
>Also sister that was overseas is suddenly dead.
>Hit enter
>I orgasm on my elephant dildo on the arrival of the first (You). It pulsates with every (You) afterwards.
~fin~