Which Mermaid Princess Are You?
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You and your friends are hanging out on the beach on a sunny summer day when a group of guys walks right past you. You...
Greet them with a happy hello.
Jump up to say hi to your boyfriend.
Cross your arms and watch them slyly out of the corner of your eye.
Wave hello and then blush furiously when one of them looks at you.
Pick the most attractive guy and give him a coy glance.
Look up from your latest paperback and smile sweetly.
Watch your flirty friend reprovingly.
Ignore them. Summer flings are so overrated.
Someone suggests a group picnic at the haunted house on the edge of town. You...
Have never been to a haunted house before, but you're willing to give it a go anyway.
Jump up and squeal excitedly—what a fun idea!
Roll your eyes. How much group togetherness do they think you can take?
Edge away from the overly excitable one.
Are the one who suggested it—what better way to get acquainted with that blue-eyed cutie?
Aren't sure about the idea of a haunted house, but think it might be fun anyway
Think the idea is totally lame, but decide to go along with it. You've got nothing better to do.
Wonder how on earth anyone could believe in haunted houses.
You all head back to your house to pack some stuff for the picnic. You are...
Preparing the most impressive dish you possibly can. Isn't the way to a man's heart through his stomach?
Dancing around the kitchen and singing a happy little tune—off-key, but you don't care.
Wondering why your friend is trying to cook fettucini alfredo for a
picnic
.
Trying to convince your cabinet to surrender the chips, and then finding yourself buried under a pile of snack food when the door finally unsticks.
Correcting your friend's alfredo sauce recipe over her shoulder.
Supervising. Without you, the picnic would probably consist solely of all the chips and candy that tumbled out of the cabinet.
Excitedly putting together a "haunted house survival kit"—flashlight, spray bottle, garlic...
Packing your own lunch
At last, everything is packed—including the slightly al dente fettucini alfredo—and you and your friends are on your way, marching through a wooded area to avoid town. You are the one...
At the front of the group, wondering how on earth you got suckered into going to a
haunted house
for a
group picnic
.
Staying as far away from that black-haired guy as you can. He keeps looking at you.
Playing with the flashlight. Click on...click off...click on...
Checking your route against a map. This can't be right...
Walking just close enough to Mr. Blue-Eyes for him to smell your culinary masterpiece. You want him to be drowning in drool by the time you get there.
Picking the pretty flowers along the trail.
At the back of the group. At least everyone else seems to be having a good time.
Yelling at your boyfriend for making fun of your conflict with the snack cabinet. He's not nearly sorry enough for it, either.
After walking for way longer than you thought you would be, you finally reach a creepy-looking house at the edge of the woods You...
Can't wait to go inside. This is going to be so much fun!
Are having second thoughts. Maybe a picnic at a haunted house wasn't such a good idea...
Plop down in the grass and open your lunchbox. All that walking made you hungry.
Feel kind of bad for the one shy guy at the edge of the group.
Wonder if you can lose Creepy Black-Haired Guy in the house...
Are supremely annoyed that it took this long to get here. Your lunch is cold now.
Knew you guys were lost...but no one ever listens to you...
Hope you won't need the flashlight later...*innocent whistle*
While you're all eating lunch outside the house, you keep hearing strange noises coming from inside, and every once in a while, a cold wind will blow through your group out of nowhere. You...
Take the opportunity to play scared and cling to Mr. Blue-Eyes.
Pull a book out of your backpack to check something. There's definitely something funny going on...
Sit closer to your boyfriend and try to convince yourself there's no such thing as ghosts.
Offer that shy guy some of your lunch, just so he doesn't feel so left out.
Decide to check it out yourself—just to prove to your friends that there's nothing in there.
Have no idea your friends are freaked out—you're too busy making a daisy chain.
Ask your friend to teach you how to make a flower necklace.
Are suspicious. You've seen something like this before...
After lunch, you and your friends decide to venture into the house—partly because one of you started walking in by themselves. You are the one...
Walking right next to your boyfriend and peeking into every room before you go inside.
Whistling to distract yourself. Whistle, whistle, whistle...
Hanging off the arm of Mr. Blue-Eyes and jumping very obviously at every small noise.
Examining all the old stuff. Kinda makes you wonder who lived here, and why they left it behind.
Suggesting that you all leave. Now. Like,
right now
.
Headed for the basement—that's where all the noises seem to be coming from.
Wondering why on earth you ever agreed to this in the first place. There's obviously nothing in here except dust and mice.
Wondering if the ghosts are friendly.
You and your friends make your way into the basement, only to discover that
someone
has used up all the battery power in the flashlight! What's worse, the door swung shut behind you and now it won't open! You...
Start to worry. Now what?
Quietly remind everyone that you
did
say you should leave...
Roll your eyes. It does no good, since no one can see you, but it makes you feel better to show some outward sign of annoyance.
Take charge and start combing the basement for another way out.
Start pawing around in the dark for something to break down the door.
Fish around for something to make a light.
Can't help but point out that you were
not
the last one down the stairs, so this really isn't
your
fault.
Feel sick to your stomach. Not only were you the one who used up all the batteries, but you're pretty sure you were the last one down the stairs...
Thank goodness! Someone found another way out of the basement. You climb out into a room full of books and...
Glower at the ditzy flashlight-user-upper who got you all locked in the basement.
Smile brightly. You all got out of the basement, so it's all good, right?
Point out to everyone that it's getting late and it might be time to start back—after all, it took you forever to get here.
Stick your head back down in the basement to see if you can spot anything strange now that there's some light.
Check to make sure that shy guy is okay. He looks a little pale...
Go giddy. You've never seen so many books in one place!
Wander to an old chest of darwers with a key in one of the locks. What's inside?
Wish you would've had the chance to break down the door...
Someone opens up a drawer and finds an old letter inside. You are all starting to read it when you hear a loud thud from upstairs. You...
Suggest leaving. Again. Why doesn't anyone listen to you?
Are a little annoyed. How dare something interrupt you while you're reading?
Joke that maybe the furniture is rearranging itself before you realize that prospect isn't really funny...
Sigh heavily and march out of the room to find a way to the second floor. This is getting ridiculous...
Take out your spray bottle and follow your friend out of the room. Bring on the ghosts.
Can't help but notice that shy guy looks even paler now.
Are pretty sure that wasn't a mouse...
Are suspicious. You think you heard an "ow" after the thud...
You head up to the second floor and find the room from which you think the noise came. When you open the door, you find yourselves faced with an eight-foot-tall white ghost! Oh, no! In the midst of all the commotion, however, the sheet falls off the "ghost" to reveal two older guys from your school sitting one on top of the other, laughing and taunting you. You...
Yell at them for playing such a mean prank.
Scoff. You knew there was never a
real
ghost in here.
Tackle the guys and proceed to beat them to a bloody pulp for scaring your friends.
Grab your friend to keep her from killing the guys.
Glare at the guys for being so insensitive.
Are still unconscious, so you have no idea what's going on.
Stomp away indignantly. Not only will you never forgive those guys, but Mr. Blue-Eyes didn't even try to protect you. Jerk.
Wonder how those guys knew you were going to be here...
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