The worst nightmare anyone could ever have, would have to include

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Powerpoint presentations but wrong slides. Imagine - You’re giving a presentation, and you’re nailing it. Your slides are smooth, your points are sharp, but then—everyone goes silent. You look up and realize they’re all staring at you—until, oh no, you accidentally hit Presenter View, and suddenly your audience is staring at your wild speaker notes:

• Buy milk. Should I switch to almond milk? Google.

•  There once was a cow in a barn,
  Whose moo had a magical charm
  She'd sing in the field,
  Her voice was revealed—
  Now she’s the star of a moo-sical farm! 🐄

•  The fridge light is still on. Google it .

• Call Bro.. LISTEN TO HIM.  Don’t get distracted.

• Send a text to XYZ :  Ur cat is still the superior one in this friendship

• Call dad back – also, he wants 2knw if u r still allergic to family dinners.

  • Gardyloo – A warning shouted before throwing water or waste out of a window

• Why don’t skeletons ever fight each other? Because they don’t have the guts!

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Picture the scene; It is a bitterly cold evening, rain beginning to spatter upon the windscreen of the car. A peal of thunder rumbles menacingly, seemingly in unison with the vehicles engine which comes to a juddering halt....on an empty road....short of your destination and the safety of home....not far...actually only two minutes down the road, but it is still pretty grim weather so and you havent brought a rain jacket *add dramatic dun dun dunnnnnn music*

Stepping out of the vehicle, drawing your collar up to the inclement conditions you start to march down the road. But it is not long before a horrid sensation starts to creep up on you. An awful realisation that starts as a screaming warning in the hind brain, a primal instinct trying desperately to warn you before it is too late. With gut wrenching dread you suddenly become aware of what your senses are revealing....you have left your phone back in the car!

Walking back at speed, the storm slowly growing in intensity and soaking you to the bone, you quicken your pace as the lightning flashes, causing the trees on either side to cast momentary shadows in threatening forms. You reach the car....another flash of lighting....you see your reflection in the glass, bedraggled, shivering....then your eyes spot something far, far worse.....they keys, locked inside the car! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

You wail of despair is suddenly chorused from the treeline by an inhuman howl. A pair of beady eyes, taught muscle, slick fur, slathering maw...the vision nearly roots you to the spot, as leaping from the foliage comes...the Werepug. Turning on the spot you crash into the woods on the opposite side of the road, heading heedlessly into the dark, the sound of growling and asthmatic-esque wheezing following close behind....well close behind at the start, but after a while you have to stop to let it catch up a bit as it's little legs are having trouble with all those concealed tree roots in the dark. 

You tear through the wild wet woods, weak with worry, wondering when wicked wraith will woefully wail without warning. Quickly you knock aside the alliteration beast as it clutches at your plot piteously, before stumbling into a clearing. A single structure dominating it. This ruin...to call it a house would be a stretch......as it has only one floor, so bungalow is more appropriate. Something deep inside warns you this is not the safety you were looking for, but panic leads and any respite from your ordeal is grasped at like a five year old playing pass-the-parcel when they have already spotted an adult about to stop the music from the corner of their eye.

With a last ditch effort you burst through the stuck front door, warped by age and damp. Slamming it back behind you, you lean against it, panting more for effect than anything else as it was a pretty short jaunt through the woods...barely two paragraphs in fact. Safe...at last....the nightmare...is it over at last? You turn your head to look out of the window....you cannot spot anything outside....you look back into the room and see...all the furniture has been moved....not just moved, but dissembled....flat packed.... you look around desperately and spot a sheaf of papers on the floor, covered with eldritch writing.....the Instructions....but all in Swedish!!!! With shivering from the cold, and a rapidly rising terror, you spot the small bags of bolts and fixings. You search them desperately, but no...no Allen key. No ALLEN KEY!!! Blind with horror, desperate to escape this blighted lair of the Ikea poltergeist, you run to the door. Locked!!!! Quaking and rapidly running out of exclamation marks you look to the lock....it requires an ALLEN KEY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

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(please forgive the typos...i was overcome with terror during my telling of the tale)

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