[ WP ] There are too many shocking , ( albeit awesome ) ends to the stories found here . Build up to something but give it an anticlimactic ending .

His stomach cringed, his sweat stained his worn clothes. It was dark, very dark, but he knew exactly where he was. It's where he always was when this terror struck at the witching hour. It did n't come every night, but when it did it made its mark -- and a hell of a lot more than that. 
 
 He carefully tiptoed across the freezing floor, creaking boards reminding him of the pervasive silence; a terrifying quiet that bequeathed him no promise of salvation from this terror. 
 
 He worried aloud: `` I'll never make it'' but then, at one, a familiar voice called to him through the walls, `` You do n't have a choice''. The voice dissipated like the calmness in his stomach. 
 
 Pushing on, the man reached out in front of him... cold steel... he was close, so close. Blindly he used the memory of his muscles to guide him, it was the only way. 
 
 He reached the seat, disrobed, and unloaded his taco diarrhea. He had just made it to the toilet.
