jeff bezos just give me all of your money : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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Jeff bezos give me all of your money. I don’t care how rude I am being right now or how unacceptable it is to ask someone to give all of their money to me, Jeff bezos just give me all of your money and just do it. I’m an alcoholic Jeff and right now I’m drunk on power and I killed people who are already dead, I imprisoned people who are already imprisoned and I starved people who are already starved, I blinded people who are already blind and I made deaf people deaf again. Getting drunk on power feels good, but everything is starting to have a phobia of me due to my alcoholism. Houses break down when I try to go inside because they have a phobia of me, grasses die out when I walk on them because they have a phobia of me and walls crumble when I touch them because they have a phobia, because of my alcoholism.

Give me all of your money Jeff bezos and I mean all of it and I don’t care how unacceptable that is to ask of someone or to even think it. I had gotten drunk again Jeff just thinking about you giving me all of your money, I got drunk on fame this time. I demanded people use up the memory they have stored in their brains and just fill it up with me. People started to succumb to brain damage when they used up all their brain power to fill up their heads of me. It was all because I was drunk on power and people couldn’t walk anymore, they couldn’t talk anymore and they couldn’t do anything basic anymore with their own bodies because they used up their brain power on me. I was drunk on fame.

Then when I sobered up from being drunk on fame I found that the air and wind had a phobia of me and they would try to swerve out of the way, because of my alcoholism. Mirrors and anything with a reflection had a phobia of me and they couldn’t hold my image up for long. Jeff bezos give me all of your money and I mean it Jeff, just give it even if it doesn’t make sense.

Then I got drunk on greed and I demanded people do charities for rich people like you jeff, to make you even richer because I was drunk on greed, so I deserve your money even more. Then when I sobered up I found out that rivers would seperate when I went in, as it had a phobia of me, but when the river showed bravery and had tried to come together again, I shouted out loud “don’t be scared of me come back together” and the river started to form again around me and I didn’t care that I was going to drown.

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