A Pizza Horror Story
Plot
What happens when you plan a pizza party for your 18th birthday party, but no one comes...that is no one but 18 ghosts...one for each year of your life to show you your life.......
The Pizza Party
I decided to have a pizza party one night for my 18th birthday to celebrate becoming an adult. I sent the invitations to classmates and my bestie! But to my horror, everyone R.S.V.P.’ed that they had other plans.
I was never a popular kid in school and expected that nobody would actually come. I was always the bullied student.
So, since no one wanted to come to my pizza party, I decided to just have a night alone…on my 18th birthday! That’s how my 18th birthday would go? Alone! Just like my pathetic excuse for a life!
My 18th birthday arrived and no one was the wiser. I ordered tons of pizza. I intended to pig out tonight! It was a special night after all! Who didn’t want a party on their 18th birthday?
Well, the pizza delivery brought all 10 boxes of assorted pizza. I sat down to pig out…
And there was a knock on the front door…
Just when I was about to bite into a piece of pepperoni pizza!
Heading to the front door, I was about to open the door, when 18 ghosts stopped me…one for each year of my life…
“What do you guys want?” I asked.
“We’re here to show you your life…each of us will show you your life for the last 18 years.” The first ghost told me.
“And how does this involve pizza?”
“You’ll find out.”
“So, instead of my classmates coming to this party…I get 18 ghosts?!”
“Well, sit right down and watch the movie of your life.” One ghost said, as he got the film projector ready.
Chapter 1
It started out simple enough with my mother smiling over me while I slept in my crib. My first year. What would they show me? Spitting up on my mother? What infant didn't do that?
But what they did show me was absolute horror!
It seemed that I was a bratty child even as an infant. I cried almost constantly. My poor mother was at her wits end as she did everything within her power to console me. She checked my diaper. She fed me from her bosom. She played with me. But nothing seemed to work. I was still crying uncontrollably.
Even my father giving her some peace didn't work as I bawled loudly until my mother took me back and cradled me in her arms.
After the first ghost showed me my first year, I wasn't sure I wanted to see more as I tried to get the ghosts to leave. But the second ghost pushed me down the sofa and prepared to show me the second year of my life.
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