The scariest moment of my life happened over the course of one summer, not just one summer, two summers. Or perhaps three now, time warping curses are one hell of a spell. No, I think it was two and a half, if I recall the Swamp Monster’s words correctly. Anyways, between the times of 1-3 years ago, a child named String Cheese was lost to the infamous Swamp Monster.
“What?” Bobby Bill asked. “This story doesn’t make sense.”
“Of course it does, stupid,” Kyle said, glaring.
“Yeah, Bobby Bill,” said Billy Bob.
“Ahhhhhhh!” A scream comes from outside. Kyle turns to face the noise, his face paling in horror. Out of the darkness emerged a blue chomly, black spots - no cookies - decorated his fluffy fluffy body and in his mouth was Bobby Bob. Kyle and Bobby Bill, without speaking, turned in unison and sprinted away from the monster and ran all the way to last Tuesday. They slammed the door to last Tuesday and locked the door with 20 deadbolts. 20 deadbolts weren’t enough. The swampening was imminent. Suddenly, out of pure confusion and disorientation, the universe imploded.