Infinite-Flow Writing Practice

[An early writing exercise, so it's basically an embarrassing relic. Don't mind it.] “Yo, kid, wanna play a game? It can grant you any wish~” “No. Get lost.” The end. Coming next: [Horror Anthology] The Years I Tormented Urban Legends, coming soon. See my author page. A long time ago, I vaguely realized that there was something about me that wasn't quite like other people. . Late at night, a strange pale-faced young woman would somehow crawl out from under the covers and gaze at me longingly. “Sorry, I'm not that kind of guy.” As I said it, I kicked her off the bed. . In my spare time, as I watched TV, static would suddenly fill the screen, and a red-lipped, white-toothed girl in a white dress would poke half her body through it. “Are you here to deliver a package?” When she said no, I scowled and pulled the plug, successfully trapping the rude trespasser inside the screen. . I went back to my hometown for a visit. A girl covered in ketchup suddenly sprang out of the well where I was drawing water and tried to challenge me to a staring contest. By reflex, I turned the bucket upside down over her head. The bathwater I'd just drawn went to someone else. “No need to thank me. Really.” . A mix of all kinds of horror movies. The male lead torments ghosts and monsters. [Already screenshotted] Theme: The way to overcome fear is to face it