SpectacularAshe
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Be advised this is a cautionary tale of one tickle mistress who learns it's often best to respect urban legends, for when you don't you might just find your self starring down the legend it's self.
Our tale takes place in a very rural small town, nothing rarely happens here but located in the woods of this town are a pair of stocks with a urban legend attached to them. The entire town knows that every night at exactly 12:00 am they leave a plate of food in order to keep the unthinkable from happening. Every morning at exactly 6:00 am they take plate back into town. The town enjoyed many years of peace and economic boom. That was until one tickle mistress didnt believe in urban legends and decided to use the stocks for her own means.
The mistress found the stocks and would leave teasing notes for people who enjoyed such things men,women,Lee's and sometimes even lers. She would put them in these stocks and tickle them until they begged for her to stop. Sometimes there were sexual act involved. On one such night she was going to meet a sweet lee at the stocks to be tickled. When she got there the lee was in a catatonic state at the feet of the lee on the very note the mistress had written scribbled in fake blood we're the words "leave this place and don't come back"
The mistress figured it was all some elebrate prank set up by some lee looking to prank her or in a case maybe revenge. The next week she left another note in the same place. The lee once again the lee was in the same catatonic state. At this point the mistress started to become startled and worried. "Who's there?" Why are you doing this to my Lee's, I don't believe in urban legends she screamed! YOUR NOT REAL. There was a slight movement in the underbrush, in the distance crows called out and flew away, the Cicadas went silent, the overcast night sky cleared.
In the pale moonlight the movement became focused. It was girl in a torn dress that hanged loosely from her thin body. Her long black hair soaked wet. Her eyes reflected no soul or life. The tickle mistress screamed for help but nothing came out. The young girl opened her mouth and the ticklemistress felt the emptyness and in one swift moment her soul was sucked out from her. The girl placed the soul in a small lantern which glowed brightly and departed.
At exact daybreak one of the people came into the woods. To find the tickle mistress locked in the stocks. The mistress woke up and screamed for help. The person from town let her out of the stocks and looked puzzled. These stocks we're destroyed decades ago and have been seen since then. Oh well I guess we better get going back to town these woods are home a urban legend called "the little lantern girl. The mistress trembled all over and nodded swearing she would never tickle another soul in this forest. The two then headed back into town.
The mistress glanced behind a tree and the girl peered around the tree and mouthed to her "if you invade my home again I will take more than your soul for my lantern. And vanished.
The End
Our tale takes place in a very rural small town, nothing rarely happens here but located in the woods of this town are a pair of stocks with a urban legend attached to them. The entire town knows that every night at exactly 12:00 am they leave a plate of food in order to keep the unthinkable from happening. Every morning at exactly 6:00 am they take plate back into town. The town enjoyed many years of peace and economic boom. That was until one tickle mistress didnt believe in urban legends and decided to use the stocks for her own means.
The mistress found the stocks and would leave teasing notes for people who enjoyed such things men,women,Lee's and sometimes even lers. She would put them in these stocks and tickle them until they begged for her to stop. Sometimes there were sexual act involved. On one such night she was going to meet a sweet lee at the stocks to be tickled. When she got there the lee was in a catatonic state at the feet of the lee on the very note the mistress had written scribbled in fake blood we're the words "leave this place and don't come back"
The mistress figured it was all some elebrate prank set up by some lee looking to prank her or in a case maybe revenge. The next week she left another note in the same place. The lee once again the lee was in the same catatonic state. At this point the mistress started to become startled and worried. "Who's there?" Why are you doing this to my Lee's, I don't believe in urban legends she screamed! YOUR NOT REAL. There was a slight movement in the underbrush, in the distance crows called out and flew away, the Cicadas went silent, the overcast night sky cleared.
In the pale moonlight the movement became focused. It was girl in a torn dress that hanged loosely from her thin body. Her long black hair soaked wet. Her eyes reflected no soul or life. The tickle mistress screamed for help but nothing came out. The young girl opened her mouth and the ticklemistress felt the emptyness and in one swift moment her soul was sucked out from her. The girl placed the soul in a small lantern which glowed brightly and departed.
At exact daybreak one of the people came into the woods. To find the tickle mistress locked in the stocks. The mistress woke up and screamed for help. The person from town let her out of the stocks and looked puzzled. These stocks we're destroyed decades ago and have been seen since then. Oh well I guess we better get going back to town these woods are home a urban legend called "the little lantern girl. The mistress trembled all over and nodded swearing she would never tickle another soul in this forest. The two then headed back into town.
The mistress glanced behind a tree and the girl peered around the tree and mouthed to her "if you invade my home again I will take more than your soul for my lantern. And vanished.
The End
