Terror Firsthand #82: Surrounded By Them

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Surrounded By Them

In D.C. at a dog club

After I finished walking, I laid down and went to sleep. After I dozed off, I decided to go to a dog party in Washington D.C. After I got in there, the club was packed and I saw a couple of black labs in the building. A man walked up to me and said, 

"Wassup ma. Who you here with?" He had a boy bulldog.

"I'm by myself. I'm just chilling." I replied.

"Do you have a man?" He asked.

"Uh yeah, don't you see this ring on my finger? What the hell do you want bro?" I asked the man.

"Damn my bad. You don't have to be so offensive. Where's your nigga right now? He obviously didn't care about you enough to come with you to this event. Nigga prolly don't even have a dog now do he?" Said the strange guy.

"He is too busy and whether he has a dog or not is none of your damn business. Do you have a fuck*ng girlfriend?" I asked.

"No I don't. And I think you should come get with me and leave that nigga alone." Said the guy. His bulldog started looking at me.

"What makes you think I should do that? What makes you so special? What the fu*k do you have to give me?" I asked the man. I still kept entertaining him and didn't even walk off like a real girlfriend would. He pulled out a stack of money.

"What the f*ck that stack of money got to do with me?" I asked.

"You can have it if you just roll with me tonight." Said the guy.

"Nigga I ain't no prostitute. You can't buy me bro. Now if you would excuse me I'm bout to get the fu*k up out of this event because I don't think I should be here anymore." I told the guy. His bulldog started barking at me.

"See nigga. Your dog don't even like me. I'm getting the f*ck out of here." I said, while walking out of the building and getting into the car. 

The nigga followed me all the way to the car and then said,

"Fu*k you, you wack bum bi*ch! You shouldn't have ever came to D.C.! " And then he shot me in the head with a AK-47. I died at the scene. After I died, I looked down from heaven and saw all of my opps dissing me.

"Yeah we glad that tard dead. Don't nobody miss that fu*king bummy prostitute. We not bout to mourn for that." They all said in unison. It was weird as hell. 

I then woke up. I was not at a dog event and I was not in a party talking to a nigga with a bulldog and alot of money. I was still breathing and still alive. My heart was beating very fast. I couldn't believe I had a nightmare so terrifying. I almost had a panic attack. I was still inside of my tent, and still in Fairfax Virginia- not Washington D.C. 

I sat around all morning smoking weed. I skipped breakfast and at lunch, I went to a nearby grocery store and purchased everything I needed to make chicken quesadillas. 

Late that afternoon, I cut the TV on and accidentally clicked on The Gay Morales Family. Vannessa was on there arguing with Walter Morales's gay ass. He was still wearing nail polish. This time, it was black. Vanessa had gotten so gay, that she begged Walter to leave her.

"Walter I don't have time for your ass anymore. Me and Jessica are getting married! I don't want anymore d*ck! I like pu*sy more!" Said the full blown lesbian. She had gotten so gay, it didn't make no sense. I wanted to see if Walter was dumb or not so I kept watching.

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even have got any pu*sy period! I put you on! I taught you how to eat pu*sy! You fu*king f*ggot! Now suck my di*k right now!" Walter said, while pulling out his di*k. It was blurred on YouTube. Vannessa walked over to him and slapped him across the face and said,

"Nigga I ain't sucking sh*t! Now get the f*ck out of my house!" I couldn't believe those motherfuc*ers were filming all of their personal business. They must've been getting paid good money to air all of their dirty gay laundry.

"B*tch I pay the bills here and I'm not about to let my wife, leave me for another woman when she is about to have my baby. Are you serious!?" Walter yelled. 

"Baby calm down." Said Jessica Ingram, while she walked over and kissed Walter in the lips.

"Who is it going to be Jessica?! Me or him!?" Vannessa's gay ass asked, obviously not wanting both anymore. 

Then the episode went off. They obviously wanted to leave a cliff hanger so that their audience would keep watching. I was disgusted by all of their homosexuality but I watched their gay asses anyway. 

After I watched that, I received a message from Daddy Dollaz.

What's up wifey I hope you're having a great day and I hope you get this message. Hit me back.

I messaged Daddy Dollaz back and said,

I'm doing ok. I'm just chilling. I miss hearing your voice and I can't wait to see your face.

After that, I didn't know what else to do with my time. I started looking for another casting call in the area. I didn't find one in VA, and even if I did, I knew that they were mostly bogus. The nearest casting call was in D.C., and with a nightmare like the one I had just had, I didn't think going there would be a wise idea. I continued working on a new album and I sat at the campsite all day, writing.

I cut the TV on later that night and I saw that Vanessa Gayberg was on there working at The Gay Fantastic Lash Bar down in Miami working for Geraldine Lassiter. The Gay Morales Family channel was completely deleted. I would never know what happened to Jessica Ingram and Walter Morales. I don't know if their asses became a couple or if they went their separate ways. 

"I am excited to welcome Vannessa Rosenberg to the team! She came all the way down here from Norfolk Virginia to work for us! I am honored and very proud to welcome my fellow LGBTQIA sister." Said Geraldine Lassiter, her wife, and a bunch of other gay ass cosmetologists, as they toasted inside of The Gay Fantastic Lash Bar. 

Geraldine Lassiter (right) with Vanessa Gayberg (far left) along with the gay cosmologists at The Gay Fantastic Lash Bar in North Miami Florida 

"I am very honored to be here in the presence of you guys and I'm glad that you welcomed me inside of your establishment!" Said Vannessa Gayberg. 

"Good for that bi*ch! That's one less gay f*ggot walking around Norfolk!" I said outloud.