Ricebowl 70

  You had been working in that flower shop in downtown Skid row for quite a while now and despite the fact that you were living in one of the shittest areas in New York you found the work to be surprisingly nice, all things considered. The pay was good, at least good enough to feed you and pay for all of the bills, the hours weren’t too bad given the work that you were expected to do and the “owner” of the shop was rather nice and quite flirtatious with you which wasn’t surprising given the “Employee benefits” that were on offer to you. Of course, when you first walked into Mushnik's Flower Shop what you didn’t expect was to see that the owner had either been replaced or devoured by a giant, talking plant nor did you expect that plant to want to suck your cock either. You still remember the shock of it all, seeing a plant that was easily larger than you in terms of both height and width not only talking but almost instantly flirting and trying to suck you off which was certainly no

  It had been a while since the asteroid fell from the sky, burning up and hitting the earth and causing what had been knowing by the survivors as the monsterpocalypse, giant monsters crawling out from the ground and wreaking anything they could see, most cities turning into massacres when the first wave of beasts hit. You had been one of the many who sealed themselves up in underground bunkers away from all the fighting, mainly because it was in a rural area which meant you were also well stocked on supplies, even if they were beginning to dwindle after these months staying inside so you decided to move to a more plentiful and hopefully populated zone. You would manage to gather some ammo from the inside of the base as well as a few guns  which wouldn't do much against the monsters but did quite a lot against the raiders that would be running around so which enough weapons to kill a small army and enough food to feed a large bear you’d move out into the wasteland, wondering what y

The paranormal had always interested you, especially the tales of ghosts or demons that would possess certain objects and proceed to wreak havoc across the home although they’d never seem to kill like the movies like to say which made things  safer but somewhat less interesting when investigating them. You had been to many places and you had found absolutely nothing haunted in most of them with the ones that did have anything that could be construed as haunted could also be construed as just the building being built awfully or as simply blurs on the cameras that they used as evidence for you. However there was one particular house that you could safely say was definitely haunted by something, be it a ghost or some kind of demon and within that house there was a doll locked away in a single room simply known as Annabelle. Annabelle herself, judging by the photos that  you had seen of her,appeared to be a rather uncanny looking porcelain doll dressed in a kinda southern gothic look which