Dread

Dread jokes

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Leo

  • Leo is like Monday mornings... everyone dreads her, but we're forced to deal with her anyway.

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    Rose

  • Roses are red,

    I am dead.

    You could call me wet, or I will keep your dread.

    Story

  • A Story:

    I lived in a small house. Behind my house was a big forest. If I went in the forest, then I heard scary sounds. That was very dreadful. I had a son. He was 9 years old. One day he went into the forest and did not come back. I called the police, but it couldn't help. I went looking. I really wanted my son Robby back. I missed him so! With a flashlight and compass, I went into the dark, eerie forest. Then the noises came again, but this time I also heard a scream. A scream from a nine year old child. It was Robby, certainly! I stopped in front of a tunnel.

    Sequel follows...

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