6 - Night of the Living Fearblogs is Dead

I am Viceking's Blaag, and I have arrived at the cemetery to preside over the execution of the dear author of Night of the Living Fearblogs.

OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING was given the honour of killing this little loser.

He raised his headsman's axe, about to draw down the moon onto the author's head, when all of a sudden, we were attacked by The North Woods Project and his friends.

"Vlogs!" I cried before using my abstract-ness to merge the author with Night of the Living Fearblogs, before conjuring a sword out of Finnegans Wake text and deftly slicing the authorblog's head off.

The Vlogs escaped, unable to prevent us from achieving our goal.

Good night, dear readers. Stay spooky.

5 - Hostile Show Take-Over

I am The Foul Rag and Bone Shop, and I have captured the author of this blog. He ran through the front door of his house, and right into my trap.

I fell upon him from the roof, giving him a concussion and knocking him out.

I carried him to my black van which reads "TOTALLY NOT A FEARBLOG" and drove to the nearby cemetery, where I tied him up and left him under guard of Mephi and his companion Omega's Bizarre Adventure.

He'll never escape now.

4 - They're Inside!!!!

The Convocation from The Convocation flew up to the upstairs window and flew into it repeatedly until it shattered.  I screamed loudly again and ran downstairs to the basement.

Bad move.

The Phone Salesman from I am Not Who I Am was crawling through the basement window, along with The Black Dog from The Black Dog IV.

Luckily, at that moment, the slender man from Slender Ran ran by, causing all of the Fearblogs to turn away from me for a while as they pursued that suited fugitive.

I tried to run.

3 - What am I to Do?

Every Fearblog I read is coming to life now. I'm so fucking scared.

They're surrounding my house, circling like buzzards, calling for me to surrender myself to their Fearish ways.

Fuck me.

2 - It Happened Again!!!!

This time it was Fearblog of Fear, Dreams and Sleep and Fear that came to life.

I was reading the scene where the giant sixteen-wheeler that said KFC FREE CHICKEN drives by sir Everyblogger when that same truck came through my laptop screen and tried to run me over.

Luckily for me, it was the size of a toy car; otherwise, it would've destroyed the whole house. Neighbours would've complained harder, then.

1 - Something's Not Right Here

I was reading The Archangel earlier today, when something peculiar happened. And that something is this:

The blog came to life.

The picture of The Archangel at the centre turned its head to look at me, piercing my soul with its green-masked, soulless eyes of hell.

I screamed so loudly that the neighbours across the street filed a noise complaint against me.

What the fuck could this mean?