Panicagelfish

Creepypasta (?): Fanfare for Fangirls An eardrum-shattering peal of thunder accompanied a web of lightning as it snaked its forked tongues across the blasted sky. It was a perfect match for the obscene accompaniment occurring 55 000 feet below on terra firma. The pale-skinned pretty-boy and a masked figure wearing a blue hoodie had just jimmied the door of a condemned pharmaceutical store ajar before rushing inside. That in itself wasn’t incredibly odd as far as things went, but these two weren’t druggies, runaways, or drifters. They immediately flung themselves prone on the foul-smelling, grit-covered floor to avoid the line of