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Marge
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Are you joshing me
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It was a normal day in Springfield. Homer woke up and scratched his butt. He walked downstairs and saw Marge standing there by the sink smiling weird.
“Good morning Marge,” Homer said.
“Marge,” said Marge.
Homer laughed because he thought she was joking. “Haha okay Marge where’s the coffee.”
“Marge.”
Homer blinked a little. “Can you stop saying that.”
“Marge.”
Bart walked in eating old cereal from a bag. “Mom are you having a stroke or something.”
“Marge,” she said louder this time.
Lisa adjusted her saxophone and looked concerned. Maggie sucked on her pacifier with fear in her tiny baby eyes. The dog started growling.
Homer sat down. “Alright enough of this crap.”
Marge slowly turned her head at him. Too slowly. Like a owl. Her eyes looked wet and shiny. “Marge.”
Then the lights flickered.
“Huh?” Homer said.
The TV turned on by itself. Static everywhere. Then a face appeared for 1 second. It looked like Marge but her hair was gone and her eyes were black holes. The screen said MARGE.EXE in red letters maybe.
“Marge,” the TV whispered.
Bart screamed “Dad this is getting freaked up.”
The walls started leaking some dark liquid. Homer touched it and sniffed it because he is stupid. “This smells like soy sauce.”
“Marge.”
Now Marge was in the hallway even though she was just in the kitchen. Homer looked back and forth sweating. “How did you get over there.”
“Marge marge marge marge.”
Her voice became deeper every time she said it. Like 2 voices at once. The floorboards bent under her feet. Lisa started crying.
Then Maggie pointed behind Homer.
Another Marge was standing there.
Then another one.
Then another.
The room was full of Marges all saying “marge” over and over getting louder and louder until Homer covered his ears and screamed.
“STOP SAYING MARGE”
Everything went silent.
One Marge walked forward. Her mouth opened too wide. You could see another mouth inside her mouth. It also said “marge.”
Then Homer realized something horrible.
He forgot what every other word meant.
He tried to say “help” but all that came out was “marge.”
Bart looked at him in terror. “Dad no.”
“Marge,” Homer cried.
Lisa dropped to her knees. “Its spreading.”
The TV turned back on. Krusty the Clown was there but dead looking. “Hey kids welcome to the Marge Zone.”
Then his head exploded for no reason.
The last thing Homer saw was all the Marges crawling on the ceiling upside down while wet crunching sounds filled the house.
The next morning the neighbors said the Simpson house was empty except for one thing written in blood on every wall.
marge
And if you say marge 17 times at 3:12 AM while eating expired donuts you can still hear Homer screaming in the walls maybe.