Ehhh! HELLO THARRR! I'm bored. But I'm always bored. So.... My boredom led me to horror stories. Listen up my friends. How about a girl guides short horror story to kick of the night, shall we? I think we shall! The Latte Lady Once upon a rainy day in Britain, about 100 years ago, lived a young woman named Sara Livingston. Sara lived with her most loved Grandmother Gladys, in a small makeshift house. The house was decrepit, and needed a new coat of paint desperately. It seemed creepy, but was packed with love. As I was saying, it was a showering night and of course back 100 years ago, human kind didn't have indoor pluming. Sara put on her yellow rain jacket and opened the front door, stuffing her feet into ratty pale boots. The wind was tender between the houses on Sara's road, as she trotted through the muck, holding her hood down with her soft fingers. She ran behind the house quickly, as the sky thundered. It was about 11 PM at night, and nobody was awake to see her leave the house. She swung open the flimsy door and it shut behind her just as she leaped into the filthy wooden out house. (In Britain, they called outhouse's a 'latte'.) She squatted over the large hole, which smelt like rotten vegetables. Ruffling up her night skirt, she shifted her feet-the storm causing the latte to shake. Sara was finally finished, so she grabbed a small disposable towel and reached to wipe herself, but the latte took a deep creak. Sara fell down the hole, foot first due to an unfortunate step. Leaving a thud, she was lost down the smelly latte. *95 years later* Sara's street had now been turned into a shopping mall, yet the old latte had been refurbished and still kept behind a porta potty. Rumor spread that in that one latte, people feel something clawing them down, trying to pull them down the latte. Sara Livingston is now known as the latte lady. Did you like that story? My aunt told me and I am actually scared lol. Lemme know if I should keep posting stories Ciao!