Imagine if you will, a young man, tired beyond belief. Sleepy. Perhaps even eepy. This young man will be faced by forces beyond his control that will try and drag him from his cozy and warm bed. That force? Capitalism. Welcom... to The Twilight Zone.
You were possessed by Alexander Hamilton himself.
hi guys. woke up to this on my phone today. zero fucking recollection of writing this down
please for the love of god tell me you're actually him
mod here: No, I am not Rod Serling. He died in 1975. I was just inspired to create this account for my love of The Twilight Zone and other horror media, as well as an outlet for some of my frustrations with modern politics.
Mr. Serling, if he was alive today, would be turning 101 this Christmas, so I don't think he would have been running a Tumblr blog at that age.
We have "Goncharov" (1973) in the Twilight Zone.
Imagine if you were going about your day until your face just... disappeared. Don't worry! This is a Normal problem that many people face in this society. You just go to lost and found and describe the face you lost. Go on. You remember your face, right? I mean, you wear it every day. You look at it more times than you can count. Alright, fine, if you can't describe your face, how about we go and look for it. I'll show you two of our lost faces, and you say which one looks mostly like your face. That way, I can slowly narrow down to yours.
Alright, I've narrowed it down to the last three. This should be an easy choice, given how diff- I'm sorry, what's that? They all look... the same to you? Nonsense, can't you see how different and unique they are? One of these must be your face, just look harder! Which of these has your eyes? Your nose? Is this hair familiar? Oh come on, hurry up and pick!
Tonight's story features one man, the King of Rock, reported dead nearly half a century ago. His music still famous, his image still recurrent across the world. But what would happen if his mantle was once more picked up? And on Earth's most unpredictable website here in... The Twilight Zone
i started whispering woah mama to myself when i cant sleep
I love the idea of a roomba topography map being the jumping on point for a liminal horror story. House of Leaves II: Roomba.
You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into... the Twilight Zone.
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