*claps for pirate* yay!
well, here's mine:
one day, a Pro Golfer was playing golf with is friend Nick. Nick accidentally hit his ball into the lake, and with a sigh, got ready to dive in and get it. but the Pro Golfer said that he was also a Pro Swimmer, and he would go and get it. With a clap of his hands the Pro Golfer/Swimmer dove into the lake. He opened his eyes and saw - what? - people! With a gasp (which i suppose is hard to do under water), the Pro Golfer began to feel quite frightened...for the bodies lay there motionless...they were dead! Then he reasured himself that he was also a Pro Dare-devil, and that he could do anything. The Pro Golfer/Swimmer/Dare-devil looked around for the ball. He came up for a breath of air and found that Nick was no longer there. The ground was all sloshy, wet, and fire lingered in some parts. And there were voices. Small voices muttering, chanting, whatever you may call it. Frantically, he got out of the water, realizing that the bodies were now chasing him, with glowing eyes locked on him. Now out of the water, the man had a look around.
he was no longer in Arizona. now he recalled seeing a movie recently with this same place in it. what was it called? Middle Earth, yes that was it. the Pro Golfer was in Middle Earth. but how had he gotten there? how would he get back? what was this land even like? it's not like movies ever show you that kind of thing. he sat down on the ground (away from the light), dismayed.
but suddenly, he heard a terrifying sound. imediately he covered his ears. a hideous, piercing, horrific, loud, screech echoed through the Swamp. oh, what were these creatures called? the Pro Golfer couldn't remember. then he realized that he was a Pro Thinker. so the Pro Golfer/Swimmer/Dare-devil/Thinker thought terribly hard. that's it! Black-guys-in-black-cloaks-with-no-faces! that's what they were. then he rememberd that that meant trouble. without another thought, he jumped back into the water.
without opening his eyes, he jumped out again, remembering that there were dead/alive people in there. wait a minute - he was back in the real world! there was Nick, looking quite confused. he asked where the golf ball was. the Pro Golfer/Swimmer/Dare-devil/Thinker was not about to go back in and get it. and so, to this day, the same golf ball is at the bottom of that same lake. no living soul yet has been brave enough to go and get.
i'm pretty sure i fit the categories in there.