In life a lot of scary things happen.
Certain people die from diseases or from being murdered.
You would never expect somebody to die they way Alex did.
The death of Alex was like no other.
To start off, Alex was going camping.
She goes camping each and every year, for the past six years now.
This year happened to turn out different from the other years.
Every year was lightly and breezy outside.
This year it was pitch black outside and really breezy.
She wasn’t expecting the scariest thing ever.
Then, Alex started getting hungry for some dinner.
She had forgotten to bring any food or snacks.
So, she decided to go fishing in the murky lake water.
“Plop”, every time she cast the fishing pole into the lake, it would make a plopping sound.
The murky lake water reminded Alex of dirty paint water.
She caught four chunky fish.
She got lucky because they had more than enough meat on them.
Alex cooked all four of those meaty fish.
This is when things started going wrong.
After, Alex had eaten all of those fish, she went to sleep.
Then all of a sudden Alex woke up an hour later.
She got up and looked around herself.
There were worms everywhere.
Worms were creeping and crawling out of Alex’s body.
She looked down at her legs, it looked like her legs were screaming in disgust.
Alex started to panic.
She was so confused why worms were crawling out of her body.
Then it hit her like a baseball in the face.
When she cooked the fish, they were still raw.
The fish were cooked wrong so it caused her to get tape worm.
Alex ended up losing a lot of weight.
Worms were wandering all over the world.
She stayed home and lay in bed.
She was too freaked out to go to the hospital.
Who knows what they would have to do to her.
Then, one day it happened.
Alex died from having tape worm and doing nothing about it.
The worms ate her up as fast as fast as they could, and killed her.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
A Super Spooky Night
On the night of Friday, October 13th, something unusual happened. The strange happenings took place at a deadly haunted house located in a jail in the Artic Tundra. The jail owner allowed three thrilled thrashing inmates out of their cells to participate in the haunted house. Two hundred fifty teenagers entered this deadly place. Fifty came out without a mark or scratch. The other two hundred will never be seen again. A shooting star disappear into the night sky explains how quickly the haunted house goers are vanishing.
Once the numbers were shown to Bobness, the jail and haunted house owner, he had to do something about this tragedy. He made up his mind to take the inmates who were the murderors, rapists, and decapitators out of the haunted house and put them back in their jail cells. As Bobness was walking Frank, Boo, and Zagnar back to their cells, Zagnar took out his gun and shot a bullet at Bobness’s chest. Once the police heard the loud gun shot they immediately took control. That case was settled. Now two jail employees Melisa and Zani have to run the scary but not deadly haunted house.
Every five seconds people two miles away could hear Kaboom as the kids in the haunted house crashed tripping over the invisible stairs. Immediately after they tripped they began to cry, and they cried for weeks.
The kids who went through the haunted house looked different when they came out compared to when they entered. Their hair was a totally different style, and color. Their clothes were all smoky like they had just come from a campfire. The area around this jailhouse was completely packed. Boo was in his jail cell when he text messaged Melisa’s cell phone. This is what his message said. “I was lucky to survive that place. The fire and invisible stairs could kill just about anybody. Melisa don’t try it, no matter what. It was worse than a war.”
On the night of Friday, October 13th, something unusual happened. The strange happenings took place at a deadly haunted house located in a jail in the Artic Tundra. The jail owner allowed three thrilled thrashing inmates out of their cells to participate in the haunted house. Two hundred fifty teenagers entered this deadly place. Fifty came out without a mark or scratch. The other two hundred will never be seen again. A shooting star disappear into the night sky explains how quickly the haunted house goers are vanishing.
Once the numbers were shown to Bobness, the jail and haunted house owner, he had to do something about this tragedy. He made up his mind to take the inmates who were the murderors, rapists, and decapitators out of the haunted house and put them back in their jail cells. As Bobness was walking Frank, Boo, and Zagnar back to their cells, Zagnar took out his gun and shot a bullet at Bobness’s chest. Once the police heard the loud gun shot they immediately took control. That case was settled. Now two jail employees Melisa and Zani have to run the scary but not deadly haunted house.
Every five seconds people two miles away could hear Kaboom as the kids in the haunted house crashed tripping over the invisible stairs. Immediately after they tripped they began to cry, and they cried for weeks.
The kids who went through the haunted house looked different when they came out compared to when they entered. Their hair was a totally different style, and color. Their clothes were all smoky like they had just come from a campfire. The area around this jailhouse was completely packed. Boo was in his jail cell when he text messaged Melisa’s cell phone. This is what his message said. “I was lucky to survive that place. The fire and invisible stairs could kill just about anybody. Melisa don’t try it, no matter what. It was worse than a war.”
Five high school friends hanging out on Friday the 13th, doesn’t seem so abnormal does it? Well that’s what Melissa, Gabi, Jordan, Alec, and Max thought too.
Friday the 13th started off like any normal Friday for these five friends. School was same as always, lots of class work and homework. They lived in a small town called Tree Hill in North Carolina. Near Melissa’s house there is a vacant lot with woods behind it. When Melissa was little she went with her dad into the woods and saw this strange house. They didn’t go too close but she and her dad got a pretty good look at it. The house looked abandoned and really old. Just recently she had retold this story to her four other friends and they decided to go back to that house but had no idea the history behind the house.
Gabi was the first to arrive at Melissa’s house at 6’o’clock. Then Jordan, Alec, and Max arrived shortly afterwards. Melissa and Gabi were in no hurry to go to this creepy house but the guys were so eager. They set out at 6:30 and headed across the empty lot. Everyone was dressed in black so they wouldn’t be caught trespassing. Now as this was happening Alec’s crush on Gabi was growing. As everyone reached the house, cautious not to get too close, he was determined to finally get Gabi’s heart by being the brave man he’s not. As they were discussing who was going in first, without fully thinking his plan, Alec walked closer and closer to the old, rotten house. As he took his first step onto the porch of the house, it creaked and got everyone’s attention. He did not dare to look behind him for he could feel everyone’s eyes burning holes his back. He just kept walking and opened the door, slowly turning the knob. First he stuck his head in, then his whole body. When he finally was inside the dark house, he thought to himself “I did it, I’m inside, Gabi must think I am so brave and she will start to like me. “Yes!” he thought, and then he screamed, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Everyone outside just laughed because they thought he was probably playing a trick and pretending to be scared. But two minutes passed and still no sign of Alec. “Alec! Jokes over, you can come out now!” Melissa yelled. Still no answer. “Uh oh”, everyone thought.
Melissa, Gabi, Jordan and Max, the remaining four got in a circle to discuss what they were going to do to save their friend. They have two choices. One; have everyone go in and save him themselves or two; call the cops, risk getting in to trouble for trespassing and the risk of the authorities not believing them. Five minutes passed and they all agreed they would go in together and bring Alec back. At least that’s what they were hoping to accomplish.
Everyone links arms and heads into the house together. They are all scared but as determined as ever to save there friend. As they enter, they hear the floors creak and screaming and footsteps. This is not what they expected. Hearts were pounding, palms were sweating, and eyes were darting back and forth across the room of the empty house. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Friday the 14th, headlines in the newspaper read “5 Teens, 2 Screams, Missing in Action.”
Friday the 13th started off like any normal Friday for these five friends. School was same as always, lots of class work and homework. They lived in a small town called Tree Hill in North Carolina. Near Melissa’s house there is a vacant lot with woods behind it. When Melissa was little she went with her dad into the woods and saw this strange house. They didn’t go too close but she and her dad got a pretty good look at it. The house looked abandoned and really old. Just recently she had retold this story to her four other friends and they decided to go back to that house but had no idea the history behind the house.
Gabi was the first to arrive at Melissa’s house at 6’o’clock. Then Jordan, Alec, and Max arrived shortly afterwards. Melissa and Gabi were in no hurry to go to this creepy house but the guys were so eager. They set out at 6:30 and headed across the empty lot. Everyone was dressed in black so they wouldn’t be caught trespassing. Now as this was happening Alec’s crush on Gabi was growing. As everyone reached the house, cautious not to get too close, he was determined to finally get Gabi’s heart by being the brave man he’s not. As they were discussing who was going in first, without fully thinking his plan, Alec walked closer and closer to the old, rotten house. As he took his first step onto the porch of the house, it creaked and got everyone’s attention. He did not dare to look behind him for he could feel everyone’s eyes burning holes his back. He just kept walking and opened the door, slowly turning the knob. First he stuck his head in, then his whole body. When he finally was inside the dark house, he thought to himself “I did it, I’m inside, Gabi must think I am so brave and she will start to like me. “Yes!” he thought, and then he screamed, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Everyone outside just laughed because they thought he was probably playing a trick and pretending to be scared. But two minutes passed and still no sign of Alec. “Alec! Jokes over, you can come out now!” Melissa yelled. Still no answer. “Uh oh”, everyone thought.
Melissa, Gabi, Jordan and Max, the remaining four got in a circle to discuss what they were going to do to save their friend. They have two choices. One; have everyone go in and save him themselves or two; call the cops, risk getting in to trouble for trespassing and the risk of the authorities not believing them. Five minutes passed and they all agreed they would go in together and bring Alec back. At least that’s what they were hoping to accomplish.
Everyone links arms and heads into the house together. They are all scared but as determined as ever to save there friend. As they enter, they hear the floors creak and screaming and footsteps. This is not what they expected. Hearts were pounding, palms were sweating, and eyes were darting back and forth across the room of the empty house. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Friday the 14th, headlines in the newspaper read “5 Teens, 2 Screams, Missing in Action.”
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
On a cold dark dreary evening on the streets of Brooklyn. Two boys by the names of Nick and Matt were walking along the sidewalk. Matt turned his head and saw a dark house with the door half way open. Hey Nick do you want to see what’s inside? Matt questioned. Sure let’s go for it Nick replied. They slowly walked up the stairs leading to the door. Matt peaked his head in and said Hello with a slow voice that echoed all around the house. Both boys totally walked into the house that was completely empty with nothing in it but a small chair. Nick saw a staircase leading to the second floor. Let’s go he exclaimed. They walked up the stairs and both of them stayed close together as it got darker, but then a voice from one of the bedrooms says Who goes there with a loud deep voice. The boys start to make a run for it but when they got to the door the door handle fell off meaning they were locked in this crazy mans house. The man opens the door he was in as the boys whimper in fright as if they were in the Nightmare On Elm Street or Friday The 13th. The man makes a loud noise as he walks down the stairs. Right before he reaches the bottom of the stair case he climbs back up and picks something up and comes back down. Now explain to me why you two juvenile delinquents are in my house he shouts. The boys can’t see his face. Sir, we are sorry please let us go they cried. I don’t think so he slowly puts his item down and pulls on it, turns out to be it’s a chainsaw! The boys run as if they were going for a game winning touchdown in a football game. Matt hides in a Pantry and Nick hides under the stairs. The man paces back and forth “Come out where ever you are” he screams. He took his chainsaw and chopped through the pantry slashing Matt’s head into a pool of blood and guts. Nick is under the stairs preying to G-d that this man doesn’t find him. Well one soul down only one more to go. Suddenly he hears Nick breathing Heavily. He makes quite slow steps he stops right before the stairs and turns on a light. He then walks slow again and when he reaches Nick. He looks down and Nick sees this mans face is nothing but a Skull covered in all his victims blood . Well good night little boy he shout as he sticks the chainsaw into the heart of this poor innocent child. Well it seems my work here is done he says to himself. He then walks back up to the bedroom waiting for another foolish child to walk into his house so he can kill them like the other victims.
“That was the best game ive ever seen!” Jesse yelled as he shot down the freeway. “Dude slow down.” Bradley Shouted at the top of his lungs. “Nothing could ruin this night, absolutely nothing”. Zach cranked up the music in the car until it seemed as though he was going to blow the speakers. Little did they know…..? Well you’ll find out!
Kylie, Bradley, Zach, and Jesse were driving home from their collage football game, it was an away game. Kylie yells to Jesse who at that was driving the car “I have to go to the bathroom!” Jesse responded rudely with a selfish “CANT YOU WAIT WOMAN” “NOPE” Kylie screamed back at him. Jesse swerved off the road A few mile down the road says the sign is a gas station. A light up the road flickers on off on off and so on and so forth. Kylie sprints to the gas station because she had been holding in her pee for so long. Zach out of instincts follows her just to be sure she is safe, I mean this place wasn’t Disney world. Bradley and Jesse were the only people left in the car Bradley had to go to the bathroom to. “I’ve got to pee want to come?” Jesse shot him a look of death saying “no just hurry up ok.” “All right dude be right back” Bradley slammed the car door and ran to catch up to Zach and Kylie. “Will you guys wait for me I have to go to the bathroom?” Zach responded with a “sure no problem” Kylie silently nodded.
As soon as Bradley finished his bathroom business they headed back to the car, but when they arrived the car was nowhere to be found and neither was Jesse?!
Many thoughts paced through each of there mind what to think first? Where did he go? Did he leave them there? IS he going to come back? What will they do?
Just then a Kylie felt as though someone was watching her she was begin to feel that they weren’t alone in this abandoned town.
Zach felt tap on his shoulder, he whip his head around so hard it was almost as if he could have broke it. It was a woman kind of old fashioned and had a look in her eye that just made her look like she was a cat ready to attack. They all Bellowed out a scream, “don’t worry kids I live around here I heard a bunch of ruckus so I walked on up the road to se what was going on!” Kylie looked bewildered “who are you.” “ ohm how silly of me my name is Gertrude Bottumfull you can call me Gert for short.” Zach wasn’t quite sure what to do at this point she looked so sweet. “Well it is a pleasure Gert” “would yall like to come for a nice hot cup of tea?” Gert asked “umm I don’t know” Bradley rudely interrupted her “yes we would love to!!” We followed Gert down the road until we got to this small house it look so ancient. We slowly walked in she handed us each a cup of tea. I glanced into the kitchen only to see Jesse? He looked as though he was being dragged along the floor by some man with a mask. Just then I grabbed for Zach’s phone in my hand I said “I need to call my mom I need to go home” NOW” gert screamed at the time of her lungs. She locked all of the doors and Grabbed Zach Bradley took off running. I screamed to Zach “go on Ky I LOVE YOU Stay safe ill be ok!” Just then the masked man shot him in the head “2 down 2 to go!” yelled the masked man. Kylie took off down the hall and hid in a closet with Bradley. “Kylie, Bradley come out I don’t want to hurt you I want to help you!” Gerts voice echoed across the house. “She’s coming stay quiet.” Bradley whispered. “Shhhhhh” Kylie was beginning to sound annoyed. Suddenly a shot rang out and I t hit Bradley he told Kylie “Ky Keep on going Stay safe!” Kylie was more determined than ever to get out but slowly and slowly that desire faded because the chances of that were slim to none. Kylie called the police the were sending police there right away Kylie jumped out of the closet and Punched Gert right in the face thus forcing her to drop the gun. But suddenly the masked man picks it up and shoots Kylie. That Day Kylie, Bradley, Zach, And Jesse died a few moments after Kylie died the police showed up and arrested Gert and the masked man. Happy ending or sad you decide???
Kylie, Bradley, Zach, and Jesse were driving home from their collage football game, it was an away game. Kylie yells to Jesse who at that was driving the car “I have to go to the bathroom!” Jesse responded rudely with a selfish “CANT YOU WAIT WOMAN” “NOPE” Kylie screamed back at him. Jesse swerved off the road A few mile down the road says the sign is a gas station. A light up the road flickers on off on off and so on and so forth. Kylie sprints to the gas station because she had been holding in her pee for so long. Zach out of instincts follows her just to be sure she is safe, I mean this place wasn’t Disney world. Bradley and Jesse were the only people left in the car Bradley had to go to the bathroom to. “I’ve got to pee want to come?” Jesse shot him a look of death saying “no just hurry up ok.” “All right dude be right back” Bradley slammed the car door and ran to catch up to Zach and Kylie. “Will you guys wait for me I have to go to the bathroom?” Zach responded with a “sure no problem” Kylie silently nodded.
As soon as Bradley finished his bathroom business they headed back to the car, but when they arrived the car was nowhere to be found and neither was Jesse?!
Many thoughts paced through each of there mind what to think first? Where did he go? Did he leave them there? IS he going to come back? What will they do?
Just then a Kylie felt as though someone was watching her she was begin to feel that they weren’t alone in this abandoned town.
Zach felt tap on his shoulder, he whip his head around so hard it was almost as if he could have broke it. It was a woman kind of old fashioned and had a look in her eye that just made her look like she was a cat ready to attack. They all Bellowed out a scream, “don’t worry kids I live around here I heard a bunch of ruckus so I walked on up the road to se what was going on!” Kylie looked bewildered “who are you.” “ ohm how silly of me my name is Gertrude Bottumfull you can call me Gert for short.” Zach wasn’t quite sure what to do at this point she looked so sweet. “Well it is a pleasure Gert” “would yall like to come for a nice hot cup of tea?” Gert asked “umm I don’t know” Bradley rudely interrupted her “yes we would love to!!” We followed Gert down the road until we got to this small house it look so ancient. We slowly walked in she handed us each a cup of tea. I glanced into the kitchen only to see Jesse? He looked as though he was being dragged along the floor by some man with a mask. Just then I grabbed for Zach’s phone in my hand I said “I need to call my mom I need to go home” NOW” gert screamed at the time of her lungs. She locked all of the doors and Grabbed Zach Bradley took off running. I screamed to Zach “go on Ky I LOVE YOU Stay safe ill be ok!” Just then the masked man shot him in the head “2 down 2 to go!” yelled the masked man. Kylie took off down the hall and hid in a closet with Bradley. “Kylie, Bradley come out I don’t want to hurt you I want to help you!” Gerts voice echoed across the house. “She’s coming stay quiet.” Bradley whispered. “Shhhhhh” Kylie was beginning to sound annoyed. Suddenly a shot rang out and I t hit Bradley he told Kylie “Ky Keep on going Stay safe!” Kylie was more determined than ever to get out but slowly and slowly that desire faded because the chances of that were slim to none. Kylie called the police the were sending police there right away Kylie jumped out of the closet and Punched Gert right in the face thus forcing her to drop the gun. But suddenly the masked man picks it up and shoots Kylie. That Day Kylie, Bradley, Zach, And Jesse died a few moments after Kylie died the police showed up and arrested Gert and the masked man. Happy ending or sad you decide???
Monday, November 06, 2006
“Best Friend Betrayal”
“So what time am I allowed to come over?” Sally questioned her friend Betty.
“Sally, we’ve been best friends since the first grade. You’re like family and it doesn’t matter what time you get here.” Betty Stated.
“Okay, let me get changed and I’ll be on my way.” stated Sally.
Betty and Sally have been friends since the first grade. Most people would assume they get into fights over the most stupid things since they’re teenage girls. Both of them go shopping together, hang out everyday and are always on the phone. I guess you can say that the two of them are always with each other but just never seem to get sick of each other.
Betty is having an enormous get together at her house tomorrow and is inviting everybody in her grade. She called and asked Sally if she wanted to sleepover her house and help her decorate for the big day. Sally told Betty she would call her right back because Sally needed to ask her parents if she was allowed to go. Knowing her own parents, they would either be in the living room watching TV, or in the library reading a book. Sally walked into the living room but the TV was of. After realizing that nobody was in there, she examined the library, but her parents weren’t there either.
When Sally noticed her parents weren’t home, she decided to start walking since she didn’t have a ride. Although it was dark, the brave girl told herself nothing would happen and before she knew it, it would be party time. While Sally was walking out the door, her ears didn’t hear a silent smash, but a shatter of sound. At first the nervous teenager did not now what it was but soon figured out that it was just a branch falling from the big oak tree on her own front lawn.
Walking slightly startled now, the female looked back at her house and saw something. Maybe she was crazy, but her eyes saw a shadow and the person had a knife in his hand. Since she saw the man, her pace started picking up. The girls ears started to hear footsteps behind her back and the hands of the teenager were starting to get sweaty. It was five minutes since she turned her head, so her curiosity decided to look again. Just how people say, curiosity killed the cat. As soon as Sally turned her head, the blue eyes saw a man right behind her, wearing a mask that had burned skin all over it. “Ahhhhh!” Sally screamed, trying to run faster but the man grabbed the arms of the teenager and covered the loud mouth. He soon injected a needle into the poor body that was as long as a tall guys foot and made Sally pass out.
Lost at were she was, Sally gazed around the place she was dumped at but couldn’t recognize anything. She soon figured out that her body was tied down to a table. Both her hands and bother her feed were wrapped by rope and tape. As she looked -frightened- around the extremely small white room, Sally noticed a lot of oversized mirrors but no windows of light. Her eyes looked down towards the side of her shivering, cold, naked body and saw other people’s legs, arms, and even heads!
Panicking now, the nervous girl looked up behind her head, and saw a huge black cloth covered body with a sharpened knife in one hand. Nervously, Sally questioned him why she was bought to this miserable place and what he wanted from her. The mysterious body did not answer at first, but than mumbled something under his breath. The person’s voice sounded so familiar, almost like a person that Sally was extremely close to. Begging the guy, she asked if he could please repeat himself, but he didn’t. Moments later, he took the knife and put it lightly on the poor girls stomach.
The knife tickled the ticklish girl at first, but than he started to put more pressure onto it. It soon slid into Sally’s nervous and damp skin and she watched every second of this tragic moment. Blood was gushing everywhere and the miserable female could feel every ounce of pain. She started to kick and scream but doing that didn’t do anything but make the man even more angry.
He than jabbed his hand into the open wound. As soon as he took his hand out, he had Sally’s livers in his hand and she watched him rip them out, screaming in agony. The killer than took off the black cloth from his and Betty’s friend saw a mask. Black burned bubbling skin, was what the mask had on it. He than took off the mask. The person who was trying to kill Ms. Innocent was the person that she had been friends with since the first grade, Betty. Sally questioned her best friend why she was trying to kill her but she didn’t answer, all she did was laugh.
Betty’s laugh was irritating to the ear. It was similar to an annoying ringer on your phone when people call you. Suddenly, Sally woke up and noticed it was all a dream but, looking at her phone, Betty was calling.
Scary story
It was a dark stormy, very loud night, a boy who lives with just him, his dog and his parents. His parents were leaving for the night, he thought he could handle it, or could he?
Well after he waved his parents goodbye, he was hungry as a elephant, so he started to make some left over pizza. But as he opened the box of pizza there was all blood! He screeched in fear, he dashed to his room as fast as a cheetah. He hid in his bed for 20 minutes. Steadily over time he built up courage to go outside.
As he opened the door he saw his dead deranged dog cut up on the floor as the eyes were beating on him like sun rays on a summer day. He busted out crying, now he tried to call the cops but the phone lines were down. He dashed for the doors, but they were all locked! He knew something was up. Click Clack, Click clack as he tiptoed fastly to his dad’s gun.
As he swung the door open he sprinted to the door to look for the gun he heard loud thumps coming towards him. “Oh my god”! As the sounds got closer and closer and CLOSER!! “I got it”! He pulled it out, turned around and saw the horrible looking man with a green hair, and warts on his face, blood on his shirt, like a wet markers ink, and his dogs head in his hand. The boy quickly fired the gun. “Wham, splat”, as he shot him in the head and the splat of the brains on the floor. He wanted to see who he was, but he realized it was his own dad!!
After he realized the killer was his dad he shot himself in the head next to his dad. Ever since then the dog creeps the streets at night and the dad haunts the house.
It was a dark stormy, very loud night, a boy who lives with just him, his dog and his parents. His parents were leaving for the night, he thought he could handle it, or could he?
Well after he waved his parents goodbye, he was hungry as a elephant, so he started to make some left over pizza. But as he opened the box of pizza there was all blood! He screeched in fear, he dashed to his room as fast as a cheetah. He hid in his bed for 20 minutes. Steadily over time he built up courage to go outside.
As he opened the door he saw his dead deranged dog cut up on the floor as the eyes were beating on him like sun rays on a summer day. He busted out crying, now he tried to call the cops but the phone lines were down. He dashed for the doors, but they were all locked! He knew something was up. Click Clack, Click clack as he tiptoed fastly to his dad’s gun.
As he swung the door open he sprinted to the door to look for the gun he heard loud thumps coming towards him. “Oh my god”! As the sounds got closer and closer and CLOSER!! “I got it”! He pulled it out, turned around and saw the horrible looking man with a green hair, and warts on his face, blood on his shirt, like a wet markers ink, and his dogs head in his hand. The boy quickly fired the gun. “Wham, splat”, as he shot him in the head and the splat of the brains on the floor. He wanted to see who he was, but he realized it was his own dad!!
After he realized the killer was his dad he shot himself in the head next to his dad. Ever since then the dog creeps the streets at night and the dad haunts the house.
Bradley’s life overall, is great he is an average man. Although one day something ruins his great life. The thing that ruins his great life is a man named Joe that he is going to live next to. Since on account that he is going to move in soon. Joe is just one of those guys that freaks you out at first sight! Joe is the reason why Bradley wishes he was never born.
Bradley lived in a small neighborhood in Florida he had a nice house and was an average single guy. Then one day he got news a new neighbor was moving in next to him named Joe. So Bradley was excited to have some other single guy to watch games with and hang out with. So the day Joe was moving in Bradley decided to go over and meet Joe while his movers were unpacking his things. Bradley was just pulling in his driveway coming from the gym when he noticed a white warehouse truck in the house next to his. He figures to himself that Joe was moving in, so he walked next-door to meet Joe. When he arrived at the front door he rang the door bell twice, he waited for about a minute until the door was opened by a man about 6 feet tall, with gray hair, a eye that looked particularly evil and seemed to be about 55 years old. The man said “Yea what do you want.” Bradley answered “I’m looking for a man named Joe, I live next-door.” The man replied “I’m Joe nice to meet you.” Bradley said “Nice to meet you to, I just wanted to introduce myself my name is Bradley.” He replied “OK thanks I’m Joe I guess I’m your new neighbor, but can we talk later I am busy.” Bradley said “Sure we can anytime see you later.” Joe replied “OK buy” and he shut the door. As Bradley walked back to his house he pondered to himself, he’s a pretty nice guy but that eye of his is a nasty one. This was true because his eye was pale and hazed over almost like it posed him in a way.
A month had passed and Bradley had not seen Joe since they had met when Joe was moving in. Bradley wondered where he could be. So he decided to go check on him, he rang the door bell many times but no one was there. He peered into the house it was dull and filled with boxes. As he looked in the house something caught Bradley’s eye it was a table, sprawled out on the table were about 20 guns, among these were not just 9mm and hand guns for protection but military rifles, automatic rifles, and shotguns. Then at that moment he heard a car screaming down the street so Bradley bolted to his home and watched from window with all the doors locked. It was Joe he was back he pulled into his driveway and entered into his home soon after that he came out with two duffle bags and drove away again. All night Bradley pondered what was in those bags; guns, body parts, or clothes he had to know.
Later that night he went back over to Joe’s home to take a look inside. He brought along with him an old American express card. He went around to the back and slide the card through the lock to break in, it worked he slowly opened the door and crept in as quiet as a mouse shutting the door behind him. He was ever so quiet making sure no one was home. He searched the house no one was home and no one was expected back for a while, he assumed so he had time. He searched for the bags to see if he had brought them back but Joe hadn’t yet. Instead he went to the front room he had peered into to look at the guns when he entered the room they weren’t all there 2 handguns and a shotgun were gone. He thought so that’s what was in the bags. He decided to search around in Joe’s room even though it was still all boxed up except a few essentials like his TV, radio, and his clothes. Then Bradley thought to look under the bed where anything could be hidden, so he did. There he found a box full of people’s identities and a travel bag you store your suits in when traveling, so Bradley pulled it from under the bed and unzipped it there he found something so disturbing he almost threw up. In the bag was a dead body! Then he saw the glow of head lights through the window, Bradley zipped up the bag and pushed it under the bed. As he fled out of the back door he dropped his wallet out of his pocket. He rushed into his house and locked all the doors and sat down with the TV on. Bradley then grabbed the phone and Mike his buddy and told him to come over now. He then called Officer Lee and Officer Frank and also called them over to his home.
Meanwhile Joe entered his home went to the kitchen near the back door and flipped the light on. There he sat at the table and ate a sandwich and drank a cold beer with it. As he sat at the table he noticed the back door was unlocked he got up and went to lock it when he saw the wallet lying on the ground. Joe picked it up and read the Drivers license inside the wallet the name of the person was Bradley Holt. Joe realized at that moment Bradley was on to him and had to be taken out soon before he opened his mouth. Joe decided July 18, 2006 sounded great.
An hour later Mike, Off. Lee and Off. Frank arrived at Bradley’s house and were welcomed in by Bradley. “What is wrong!” they all said. “My new neighbor is a murder!” he replied shaking. “Ha ha ha” they all laughed. “No really he is I looked in his house and there were guns and he leaves for long periods of time and there was a dead body and…..” “Stop” said Officer Lee. “I think you need to get some sleep so we are going to leave.” said Officer Lee. “Good night.” they said and left. “Wait wait!” Bradley said.
Well it was the month of July and no one would believe him so he decided to deal with it by just forgetting it and not getting near Joes home or Joe.
Then that next week Bradley noticed his wallet was gone. Where could I have put it he thought? AHHHHH I haven’t had it since the night I broke in to Joes home and he gets identities to track people and kill them he thought so Joes after me, well I am going to be ready.
Today marked the 18th of July. While Bradley was out at the gym Joe was preparing for the big night. He broke into Bradley’s home and set up three cameras one in the kitchen, one in the living room and one in Bradley’s room. Then he quickly exited. On his way home Bradley stopped at a pizza place and grabbed a pizza for dinner since it was going on 5:00. He went home ate and watched TV until about 10:00 he flipped the TV off and went into his room where Joe watched him through the camera get into bed and fall asleep. Then Joe made his move and went to Bradley’s house. There he broke in very quietly he looked around then headed up stairs. Bradley heard him and got out of bed and hid behind his bedroom door. Joe entered the room and pulled his gun out. He entered the room but found no one there! Then as he walked completely in the room BAM! Bradley jumped on his back the killer raged on and swung at Bradley who fought for the Gun then BANG BANG! Two shots were fired they both lay on the ground now Bradley thought he was dead, but then stood up to see blood pouring from Joe he had been shot in the struggle. The evil eyed murderer named Joe was dead!
Bradley lived in a small neighborhood in Florida he had a nice house and was an average single guy. Then one day he got news a new neighbor was moving in next to him named Joe. So Bradley was excited to have some other single guy to watch games with and hang out with. So the day Joe was moving in Bradley decided to go over and meet Joe while his movers were unpacking his things. Bradley was just pulling in his driveway coming from the gym when he noticed a white warehouse truck in the house next to his. He figures to himself that Joe was moving in, so he walked next-door to meet Joe. When he arrived at the front door he rang the door bell twice, he waited for about a minute until the door was opened by a man about 6 feet tall, with gray hair, a eye that looked particularly evil and seemed to be about 55 years old. The man said “Yea what do you want.” Bradley answered “I’m looking for a man named Joe, I live next-door.” The man replied “I’m Joe nice to meet you.” Bradley said “Nice to meet you to, I just wanted to introduce myself my name is Bradley.” He replied “OK thanks I’m Joe I guess I’m your new neighbor, but can we talk later I am busy.” Bradley said “Sure we can anytime see you later.” Joe replied “OK buy” and he shut the door. As Bradley walked back to his house he pondered to himself, he’s a pretty nice guy but that eye of his is a nasty one. This was true because his eye was pale and hazed over almost like it posed him in a way.
A month had passed and Bradley had not seen Joe since they had met when Joe was moving in. Bradley wondered where he could be. So he decided to go check on him, he rang the door bell many times but no one was there. He peered into the house it was dull and filled with boxes. As he looked in the house something caught Bradley’s eye it was a table, sprawled out on the table were about 20 guns, among these were not just 9mm and hand guns for protection but military rifles, automatic rifles, and shotguns. Then at that moment he heard a car screaming down the street so Bradley bolted to his home and watched from window with all the doors locked. It was Joe he was back he pulled into his driveway and entered into his home soon after that he came out with two duffle bags and drove away again. All night Bradley pondered what was in those bags; guns, body parts, or clothes he had to know.
Later that night he went back over to Joe’s home to take a look inside. He brought along with him an old American express card. He went around to the back and slide the card through the lock to break in, it worked he slowly opened the door and crept in as quiet as a mouse shutting the door behind him. He was ever so quiet making sure no one was home. He searched the house no one was home and no one was expected back for a while, he assumed so he had time. He searched for the bags to see if he had brought them back but Joe hadn’t yet. Instead he went to the front room he had peered into to look at the guns when he entered the room they weren’t all there 2 handguns and a shotgun were gone. He thought so that’s what was in the bags. He decided to search around in Joe’s room even though it was still all boxed up except a few essentials like his TV, radio, and his clothes. Then Bradley thought to look under the bed where anything could be hidden, so he did. There he found a box full of people’s identities and a travel bag you store your suits in when traveling, so Bradley pulled it from under the bed and unzipped it there he found something so disturbing he almost threw up. In the bag was a dead body! Then he saw the glow of head lights through the window, Bradley zipped up the bag and pushed it under the bed. As he fled out of the back door he dropped his wallet out of his pocket. He rushed into his house and locked all the doors and sat down with the TV on. Bradley then grabbed the phone and Mike his buddy and told him to come over now. He then called Officer Lee and Officer Frank and also called them over to his home.
Meanwhile Joe entered his home went to the kitchen near the back door and flipped the light on. There he sat at the table and ate a sandwich and drank a cold beer with it. As he sat at the table he noticed the back door was unlocked he got up and went to lock it when he saw the wallet lying on the ground. Joe picked it up and read the Drivers license inside the wallet the name of the person was Bradley Holt. Joe realized at that moment Bradley was on to him and had to be taken out soon before he opened his mouth. Joe decided July 18, 2006 sounded great.
An hour later Mike, Off. Lee and Off. Frank arrived at Bradley’s house and were welcomed in by Bradley. “What is wrong!” they all said. “My new neighbor is a murder!” he replied shaking. “Ha ha ha” they all laughed. “No really he is I looked in his house and there were guns and he leaves for long periods of time and there was a dead body and…..” “Stop” said Officer Lee. “I think you need to get some sleep so we are going to leave.” said Officer Lee. “Good night.” they said and left. “Wait wait!” Bradley said.
Well it was the month of July and no one would believe him so he decided to deal with it by just forgetting it and not getting near Joes home or Joe.
Then that next week Bradley noticed his wallet was gone. Where could I have put it he thought? AHHHHH I haven’t had it since the night I broke in to Joes home and he gets identities to track people and kill them he thought so Joes after me, well I am going to be ready.
Today marked the 18th of July. While Bradley was out at the gym Joe was preparing for the big night. He broke into Bradley’s home and set up three cameras one in the kitchen, one in the living room and one in Bradley’s room. Then he quickly exited. On his way home Bradley stopped at a pizza place and grabbed a pizza for dinner since it was going on 5:00. He went home ate and watched TV until about 10:00 he flipped the TV off and went into his room where Joe watched him through the camera get into bed and fall asleep. Then Joe made his move and went to Bradley’s house. There he broke in very quietly he looked around then headed up stairs. Bradley heard him and got out of bed and hid behind his bedroom door. Joe entered the room and pulled his gun out. He entered the room but found no one there! Then as he walked completely in the room BAM! Bradley jumped on his back the killer raged on and swung at Bradley who fought for the Gun then BANG BANG! Two shots were fired they both lay on the ground now Bradley thought he was dead, but then stood up to see blood pouring from Joe he had been shot in the struggle. The evil eyed murderer named Joe was dead!
What do you do when your life is in the hands of betrayers and imposters? When the people you feel safest with…actually endanger you most? In this case, this scenario ends in great psychological misfortune.
Mental Institutes; places where people suffer together from their sanity illnesses, all huddled together in a safe environment in hopes of becoming sane, that is, if they survive. In this particular mental hospital, great tragedy shall occur. An imposter among the patients, one by one killing off his peers. How do you tell apart an insane killer from the other insane patients, half of whom would admit to murder under their unfortunate circumstances? That’s the intelligence of this plot; you wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, you’d just assume the patients committed suicide because of their diseases. But that was not the case. Everyday, innocent people are murdered without knowing it, by being convinced by our killer, a Mr. John Doe, if you will. You see, it’s not hard to get a crazy person to believe that their death would lead to their independence. To the freedom of their disease. And our killer used that weakness to end the lives of the institute’s residents.
He would strike depending on his moods. On a good day, he would seem inspiring and devoted. Carefully choosing his victim, he would subtly lead them aside and crowd them with ingenious thoughts of how to rebel against the doctors and nurses that were trying to corrupt them. He was able to manipulate the victim’s mind to make them think their death was necessary, that would make them somewhat heroic. With that, he would lead them to the side of the hospital, to a barbed wire fence, and calmly convince them to climb it and jump off it, to a rocky, painful death 3,000 feet below.
As bad as that sounds, a bad day was much worse. He would make his victims cry hysterically before he sent them to their death, telling them they weren’t worthy of their lives, and that only the fiery pits of hell would welcome them.
You’d think someone so evil, so hostile, a cold-blooded killer, would stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. However, this tale has no happy ending. Our psychotic killer was never suspected for his hideous crimes. His only punishment was having to live with the fact that he tried a series of gruesome ways to end the lives of others, including grinding a schizophrenic man up in the hospitals meat grinder and leaving his ground up body to be served as sloppy joes to the patients the next day.
The only hope of the next Mental Institute’s patients, is that his conscience catches up with him…before it’s too late
Mental Institutes; places where people suffer together from their sanity illnesses, all huddled together in a safe environment in hopes of becoming sane, that is, if they survive. In this particular mental hospital, great tragedy shall occur. An imposter among the patients, one by one killing off his peers. How do you tell apart an insane killer from the other insane patients, half of whom would admit to murder under their unfortunate circumstances? That’s the intelligence of this plot; you wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, you’d just assume the patients committed suicide because of their diseases. But that was not the case. Everyday, innocent people are murdered without knowing it, by being convinced by our killer, a Mr. John Doe, if you will. You see, it’s not hard to get a crazy person to believe that their death would lead to their independence. To the freedom of their disease. And our killer used that weakness to end the lives of the institute’s residents.
He would strike depending on his moods. On a good day, he would seem inspiring and devoted. Carefully choosing his victim, he would subtly lead them aside and crowd them with ingenious thoughts of how to rebel against the doctors and nurses that were trying to corrupt them. He was able to manipulate the victim’s mind to make them think their death was necessary, that would make them somewhat heroic. With that, he would lead them to the side of the hospital, to a barbed wire fence, and calmly convince them to climb it and jump off it, to a rocky, painful death 3,000 feet below.
As bad as that sounds, a bad day was much worse. He would make his victims cry hysterically before he sent them to their death, telling them they weren’t worthy of their lives, and that only the fiery pits of hell would welcome them.
You’d think someone so evil, so hostile, a cold-blooded killer, would stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. However, this tale has no happy ending. Our psychotic killer was never suspected for his hideous crimes. His only punishment was having to live with the fact that he tried a series of gruesome ways to end the lives of others, including grinding a schizophrenic man up in the hospitals meat grinder and leaving his ground up body to be served as sloppy joes to the patients the next day.
The only hope of the next Mental Institute’s patients, is that his conscience catches up with him…before it’s too late
The little village of Floraville had always been a quiet , small village filled with nice people. Floraville was one of those places where, when someone passed you in the street they always said hello. That all changed in the summer of 1899. It all started when my neighbor friend disappeared on her way home from school. The town was in chaos as they searched for the little girl all through the night. The next day they found her abandoned body in the forest. It was only a day later that a villager found the body of another girl, Elizabeth Watson, in the well. Everyone in town hoped these tragedies were only accidental . Soon enough people realized that these were no accidents as Johnny Moresett, the local priest’s son, was found hanging in the church. Then everybody started pointing fingers. Billy McLincoln was the main suspect as he was always so fond of every child in the village. But Billy had always been a generally kind person and I couldn’t picture him doing any harm to anyone. Some parents had opposite thoughts as Billy was soon isolated from the village and being closely watched by the townsmen.
Billy McLincoln and his twin brother Bobby McLincoln had a tough life growing up as their father had murdered their mother when they were only 10 and was sent to life in prison. Billy and Bobby grew up alone from then on and as Billy made the best of it, unfortunately Bobby didn’t. Bobby had always been a quiet and awkward kid and he grew up that way. Some say he turned crazy and moved into the forest all by himself and no one had heard from him since.
The village council was pushing for Billy to be arrested as the fear of any other murders grew. But no one could find any evidence to prove that Billy was committing these murders. Mama and Papa wouldn’t even let me or Liza, my sister , out of the house. As the days went by, my class slowly decreased in size either because parents were taking their children out of school to protect them or that more children were being killed. I didn’t know as Papa and Mama wouldn’t tell me or Liza anything, so not to scare us. The mood in the house was hushed as was outside.
Liza had always been one of Billy’s favorite children in town and that scared Mama so she was more protective of her than of me. I was surprised when Pa let Liza buy milk one stormy day, I assumed he was being lazy and didn’t want to take the struggle of going to the market himself. Liza could see that I was worried as she headed out the door and promised me she’d only be a minute. The time passed by more than a couple of minutes and as Ma came home, seeing that Liza still hadn’t arrived home yet, she called the police. Once again the village was on a mad hunt as we all searched for Liza through the night. I was heartbroken as Ma told me the next morning that the police had found Liza’s body washed ashore by the lake in the woods.
The weeks drew on as one by one the children in town vanished. I started to make assumptions about the murders and noticed that most of the victims bodies were being found in the forest. Which just happened to be where the strange Bobby McLincoln was known to live. Then a couple days later as Ma and I were at the market Ms.Stonley came running into town from the forest screaming that her son had been kidnapped. She claimed that while berry picking in the forest with her son she was attacked from behind and as she fought free ,she saw that her attacker had ran away with her son. The police searched all through the forest eager to find the boy as it could also lead to the culprit. Through the search they found a abandoned cabin known to belong to Bobby McLincoln which held numerous superstitious items that could have been evidence. When Bobby was taken into trial he admitted to only one murder, the murder of Liza. He was soon to be hung as everyone assumed that he had committed all the other murders too. Billy McLincoln was set free and Floraville returned to its normal place.
A year later Jenny Levy’s body was found slaughtered and hung on a tree in the forest, same as all the other murders that had taken place the year earlier. Which made everyone wonder if they had caught the right man. Was it really Bobby McLincoln or was it just someone in close relation to him?
Billy McLincoln and his twin brother Bobby McLincoln had a tough life growing up as their father had murdered their mother when they were only 10 and was sent to life in prison. Billy and Bobby grew up alone from then on and as Billy made the best of it, unfortunately Bobby didn’t. Bobby had always been a quiet and awkward kid and he grew up that way. Some say he turned crazy and moved into the forest all by himself and no one had heard from him since.
The village council was pushing for Billy to be arrested as the fear of any other murders grew. But no one could find any evidence to prove that Billy was committing these murders. Mama and Papa wouldn’t even let me or Liza, my sister , out of the house. As the days went by, my class slowly decreased in size either because parents were taking their children out of school to protect them or that more children were being killed. I didn’t know as Papa and Mama wouldn’t tell me or Liza anything, so not to scare us. The mood in the house was hushed as was outside.
Liza had always been one of Billy’s favorite children in town and that scared Mama so she was more protective of her than of me. I was surprised when Pa let Liza buy milk one stormy day, I assumed he was being lazy and didn’t want to take the struggle of going to the market himself. Liza could see that I was worried as she headed out the door and promised me she’d only be a minute. The time passed by more than a couple of minutes and as Ma came home, seeing that Liza still hadn’t arrived home yet, she called the police. Once again the village was on a mad hunt as we all searched for Liza through the night. I was heartbroken as Ma told me the next morning that the police had found Liza’s body washed ashore by the lake in the woods.
The weeks drew on as one by one the children in town vanished. I started to make assumptions about the murders and noticed that most of the victims bodies were being found in the forest. Which just happened to be where the strange Bobby McLincoln was known to live. Then a couple days later as Ma and I were at the market Ms.Stonley came running into town from the forest screaming that her son had been kidnapped. She claimed that while berry picking in the forest with her son she was attacked from behind and as she fought free ,she saw that her attacker had ran away with her son. The police searched all through the forest eager to find the boy as it could also lead to the culprit. Through the search they found a abandoned cabin known to belong to Bobby McLincoln which held numerous superstitious items that could have been evidence. When Bobby was taken into trial he admitted to only one murder, the murder of Liza. He was soon to be hung as everyone assumed that he had committed all the other murders too. Billy McLincoln was set free and Floraville returned to its normal place.
A year later Jenny Levy’s body was found slaughtered and hung on a tree in the forest, same as all the other murders that had taken place the year earlier. Which made everyone wonder if they had caught the right man. Was it really Bobby McLincoln or was it just someone in close relation to him?
Marina Oddo
November 6, 2006
What do you do when your life is in the hands of betrayers and imposters? When the people you feel safest with…actually endanger you most? In this case, this scenario ends in great psychological misfortune.
Mental Institutes; places where people suffer together from their sanity illnesses, all huddled together in a safe environment in hopes of becoming sane, that is, if they survive. In this particular mental hospital, great tragedy shall occur. An imposter among the patients, one by one killing off his peers. How do you tell apart an insane killer from the other insane patients, half of whom would admit to murder under their unfortunate circumstances? That’s the intelligence of this plot; you wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, you’d just assume the patients committed suicide because of their diseases. But that was not the case. Everyday, innocent people are murdered without knowing it, by being convinced by our killer, a Mr. John Doe, if you will. You see, it’s not hard to get a crazy person to believe that their death would lead to their independence. To the freedom of their disease. And our killer used that weakness to end the lives of the institute’s residents.
He would strike depending on his moods. On a good day, he would seem inspiring and devoted. Carefully choosing his victim, he would subtly lead them aside and crowd them with ingenious thoughts of how to rebel against the doctors and nurses that were trying to corrupt them. He was able to manipulate the victim’s mind to make them think their death was necessary, that would make them somewhat heroic. With that, he would lead them to the side of the hospital, to a barbed wire fence, and calmly convince them to climb it and jump off it, to a rocky, painful death 3,000 feet below.
As bad as that sounds, a bad day was much worse. He would make his victims cry hysterically before he sent them to their death, telling them they weren’t worthy of their lives, and that only the fiery pits of hell would welcome them.
You’d think someone so evil, so hostile, a cold-blooded killer, would stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. However, this tale has no happy ending. Our psychotic killer was never suspected for his hideous crimes. His only punishment was having to live with the fact that he tried a series of gruesome ways to end the lives of others, including grinding a schizophrenic man up in the hospitals meat grinder and leaving his ground up body to be served as sloppy joes to the patients the next day.
The only hope of the next Mental Institute’s patients, is that his conscience catches up with him…before it’s too late
November 6, 2006
What do you do when your life is in the hands of betrayers and imposters? When the people you feel safest with…actually endanger you most? In this case, this scenario ends in great psychological misfortune.
Mental Institutes; places where people suffer together from their sanity illnesses, all huddled together in a safe environment in hopes of becoming sane, that is, if they survive. In this particular mental hospital, great tragedy shall occur. An imposter among the patients, one by one killing off his peers. How do you tell apart an insane killer from the other insane patients, half of whom would admit to murder under their unfortunate circumstances? That’s the intelligence of this plot; you wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, you’d just assume the patients committed suicide because of their diseases. But that was not the case. Everyday, innocent people are murdered without knowing it, by being convinced by our killer, a Mr. John Doe, if you will. You see, it’s not hard to get a crazy person to believe that their death would lead to their independence. To the freedom of their disease. And our killer used that weakness to end the lives of the institute’s residents.
He would strike depending on his moods. On a good day, he would seem inspiring and devoted. Carefully choosing his victim, he would subtly lead them aside and crowd them with ingenious thoughts of how to rebel against the doctors and nurses that were trying to corrupt them. He was able to manipulate the victim’s mind to make them think their death was necessary, that would make them somewhat heroic. With that, he would lead them to the side of the hospital, to a barbed wire fence, and calmly convince them to climb it and jump off it, to a rocky, painful death 3,000 feet below.
As bad as that sounds, a bad day was much worse. He would make his victims cry hysterically before he sent them to their death, telling them they weren’t worthy of their lives, and that only the fiery pits of hell would welcome them.
You’d think someone so evil, so hostile, a cold-blooded killer, would stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. However, this tale has no happy ending. Our psychotic killer was never suspected for his hideous crimes. His only punishment was having to live with the fact that he tried a series of gruesome ways to end the lives of others, including grinding a schizophrenic man up in the hospitals meat grinder and leaving his ground up body to be served as sloppy joes to the patients the next day.
The only hope of the next Mental Institute’s patients, is that his conscience catches up with him…before it’s too late
SHARP TOOTH Me Ken and Joe looked at the house we heard so much about it ,it was dark old and smelly.We also heard so many stories about it. We looked at the house very curious about. Then we heard a ear piercing scream. We had to go in and find out who made that loud noise out on Ellwyn street where the house is and what had happened.
As I walked into the mysterious old falling apart house with Ken and Joe. I was scared ,xtremly scared. We had heard that there was some type of killer that was inside. People told stories that whoever ever came in would never come out. We were curious so we went in. It was very dark and mysterious inside. So we walked around in this enormous house for a long time we went around in every room seeing what was inside . We went through this odd scary house floor by floor inspecting them very carefully. We started on the top floor and worked our way down little by little one step at a time making sure we didn’t miss one little thing. The three found the girl on the 2nd floor she was dead. She looked like she had been brutally murdered and tortured to death in the worse way possible.She looked like something from hell .She was all disfigured she looked similar to the killer.After he killed her,he sucked the blood and slurped it on his sharp teeth.
Joe, John and I were shocked we didn’t know what we should do.We were traumatized by what we saw, she was ripped apart and beaten. When we finally got ourselves back together from what we saw , we were about to call the cops and figure out the situation.But then out of know where this disfigured menace came out us.His head looked like a stone yet it moved. He had this massive tooth and he looked like he was going to kill us. The stories were true a ghost killers did exist. He came after John boom, he knocked him on the floor and tortured him.It was like a vicous dog let out of the his cage . I jumped on the ghost and started hitting him it was useless. He seemed to not bother me , but he chased after Ken , Ken was scared and he ran,he knocked Ken down and brutally stabbed him. After that I knew it was the end for me I ran and ran as fast as I could. I didn’t look back till I made it outside I looked back and nothing was after me. I was safe. I passed out on the grass in complete shock. I was Petrified from what had happened.
I woke up that morning and found out what had happened. I contacted the cops and they sent a whole team of police into the house inspect the place after about one and a half hours of searching they found the body’s including the mysterious girl that we found that night. They looked at the bodies and inspected them very closely one by one. There were these little marks on there bodies. They were small and teeth bites all over the place. They also found stabs in there bodies. They wondered who would do such a thing. They thought that the person who did this must have been out of there mind. But they looked even closer and found out that those teeth marks were actually teeth in the skin. It was Sharp Tooth who had killed , the stories were true. They found the bodies but they would never be able to document what happened because soon enough they were all killed.
As I walked into the mysterious old falling apart house with Ken and Joe. I was scared ,xtremly scared. We had heard that there was some type of killer that was inside. People told stories that whoever ever came in would never come out. We were curious so we went in. It was very dark and mysterious inside. So we walked around in this enormous house for a long time we went around in every room seeing what was inside . We went through this odd scary house floor by floor inspecting them very carefully. We started on the top floor and worked our way down little by little one step at a time making sure we didn’t miss one little thing. The three found the girl on the 2nd floor she was dead. She looked like she had been brutally murdered and tortured to death in the worse way possible.She looked like something from hell .She was all disfigured she looked similar to the killer.After he killed her,he sucked the blood and slurped it on his sharp teeth.
Joe, John and I were shocked we didn’t know what we should do.We were traumatized by what we saw, she was ripped apart and beaten. When we finally got ourselves back together from what we saw , we were about to call the cops and figure out the situation.But then out of know where this disfigured menace came out us.His head looked like a stone yet it moved. He had this massive tooth and he looked like he was going to kill us. The stories were true a ghost killers did exist. He came after John boom, he knocked him on the floor and tortured him.It was like a vicous dog let out of the his cage . I jumped on the ghost and started hitting him it was useless. He seemed to not bother me , but he chased after Ken , Ken was scared and he ran,he knocked Ken down and brutally stabbed him. After that I knew it was the end for me I ran and ran as fast as I could. I didn’t look back till I made it outside I looked back and nothing was after me. I was safe. I passed out on the grass in complete shock. I was Petrified from what had happened.
I woke up that morning and found out what had happened. I contacted the cops and they sent a whole team of police into the house inspect the place after about one and a half hours of searching they found the body’s including the mysterious girl that we found that night. They looked at the bodies and inspected them very closely one by one. There were these little marks on there bodies. They were small and teeth bites all over the place. They also found stabs in there bodies. They wondered who would do such a thing. They thought that the person who did this must have been out of there mind. But they looked even closer and found out that those teeth marks were actually teeth in the skin. It was Sharp Tooth who had killed , the stories were true. They found the bodies but they would never be able to document what happened because soon enough they were all killed.
"The Spring Break Nightmare"
Jason, Danny, Nicole, and Mary drove to Las Vegas from Arizona State University. They are looking forward to loosening up and having a great time in the Sin City. The kids drove past the newer portion of the strip and then towards the older section. The kids are enthralled to see the sights of the new section of Vegas. Jason, Danny, Nicole, and Mary take in the sights of resorts such as The MGM Grand, New York-New York, Excalibur, Paris and the famous fountains of The Bellagio Hotel. The kids were driving north on the strip towards the older part of the city where it was decisively less crowded. From there, the kids drove past the enormous tower of The Stratosphere Resort Casino which was fifty-thousand feet high and their journey lead them to Freedmont Street. It was apparent how run down this section was. The city was planning on renovating this section soon. From there, the collage kids drove past old Vegas icons such as The Golden Nugget and Binyon’s Horseshoe. For some reason something started to peak Jason’s interest outside of Binyon’s Horseshoe and they went in. They walked past the large lit up neon horseshoe image at the entrance and a greeter showed them around. They went past the hotel registration desk, past the many slot machines, and past the gaming tables. There was blackjack, craps, and other games played. There was a special room that some local cowboys were playing poker and they were allowed to join in. For over three hours
they played and lost most of their money and decided to pull out of the game. Danny was feeling as lucky as a leprechaun and wanted to play another hand, in anticipation of winning it all back. That proved to be a poor choice. He lost, naturally, and they could not pay up, which greatly angered the other players involved. One of the old gloomy players produced a knife. It leaped out of his hand a centimeter shy from Danny's right hand with such accuracy, or so it seemed. Startled, Danny says “Wow, how did you do that?" being too drunk to get scared. The man simply yells out “I missed." Just about that same time, another man hits Jason on the head and knocks him down. Mary and Nicole each grab a bottle of whiskey and break it over the men’s heads, in an attempt to balance out the evil deeds. To escape the locals, they make a bee line to an abandoned portion of the city. They made the decision to go into the hotel in an attempt to hide out. Nicole suggests, and they all agree, to remain overnight so they are provided shelter, however being fully aware that they are stripped bare of any amenities or essentials. They had no other choice because they are “dead broke." Mary has to go to the bathroom very badly. As she enters into a random room in the abandoned quarters, she is horrified to see a decaying body in the bathtub. Mary screams so loudly and with such emphasis that the rest of the collage kids rush into the room. They observe the decaying body, laying in dried blood and maggots feasting on it. At that point, they flee the room and go back through the deserted hotel, searching to find the entrance door, only to find it locked. Nicole suggests that they find a way out through the basement. So they enter the basement after finding it and that is when they begin to hear disturbing screams and eerie laughter. They heard the dreaded sound of the basement door slam shut and lock from the outside. What they observed next petrified them all. There were severed limbs and bodies hanging from meat hooks. As the drama begins to unfold, the door opens and two burly figures enter the basement from an adjoining room. They are aghast as the figures close in on them. They hear one of the men say “I believe you kids owe us our winnings.” They scream and plead for their lives. One of the men has two Molotov Cocktails and swings them back and forth in his hands. The other man holds a lighter in front of their freaked out faces to further taunt them. He is just shy of igniting the prepared Cocktails and pronounces with great vengeance “y’all don’t come into this town and welch on your gambling debts. If you won’t pay up now, we’ll just burn it out of your cold, pale, disgusting flesh." The victims once again proclaimed to have no money at all. The two burly men make good on their threat. The Arizona State University spring breakers endured their last moments of life observing the basement door being unlocked, the lighter and the Molotov Cocktails were thrown at them. Jason, Danny, Nicole, and Mary met an excruciatingly painful, burning, death from the burly evil men who made their final escape into oblivia from the burning hotel.
Jason, Danny, Nicole, and Mary drove to Las Vegas from Arizona State University. They are looking forward to loosening up and having a great time in the Sin City. The kids drove past the newer portion of the strip and then towards the older section. The kids are enthralled to see the sights of the new section of Vegas. Jason, Danny, Nicole, and Mary take in the sights of resorts such as The MGM Grand, New York-New York, Excalibur, Paris and the famous fountains of The Bellagio Hotel. The kids were driving north on the strip towards the older part of the city where it was decisively less crowded. From there, the kids drove past the enormous tower of The Stratosphere Resort Casino which was fifty-thousand feet high and their journey lead them to Freedmont Street. It was apparent how run down this section was. The city was planning on renovating this section soon. From there, the collage kids drove past old Vegas icons such as The Golden Nugget and Binyon’s Horseshoe. For some reason something started to peak Jason’s interest outside of Binyon’s Horseshoe and they went in. They walked past the large lit up neon horseshoe image at the entrance and a greeter showed them around. They went past the hotel registration desk, past the many slot machines, and past the gaming tables. There was blackjack, craps, and other games played. There was a special room that some local cowboys were playing poker and they were allowed to join in. For over three hours
they played and lost most of their money and decided to pull out of the game. Danny was feeling as lucky as a leprechaun and wanted to play another hand, in anticipation of winning it all back. That proved to be a poor choice. He lost, naturally, and they could not pay up, which greatly angered the other players involved. One of the old gloomy players produced a knife. It leaped out of his hand a centimeter shy from Danny's right hand with such accuracy, or so it seemed. Startled, Danny says “Wow, how did you do that?" being too drunk to get scared. The man simply yells out “I missed." Just about that same time, another man hits Jason on the head and knocks him down. Mary and Nicole each grab a bottle of whiskey and break it over the men’s heads, in an attempt to balance out the evil deeds. To escape the locals, they make a bee line to an abandoned portion of the city. They made the decision to go into the hotel in an attempt to hide out. Nicole suggests, and they all agree, to remain overnight so they are provided shelter, however being fully aware that they are stripped bare of any amenities or essentials. They had no other choice because they are “dead broke." Mary has to go to the bathroom very badly. As she enters into a random room in the abandoned quarters, she is horrified to see a decaying body in the bathtub. Mary screams so loudly and with such emphasis that the rest of the collage kids rush into the room. They observe the decaying body, laying in dried blood and maggots feasting on it. At that point, they flee the room and go back through the deserted hotel, searching to find the entrance door, only to find it locked. Nicole suggests that they find a way out through the basement. So they enter the basement after finding it and that is when they begin to hear disturbing screams and eerie laughter. They heard the dreaded sound of the basement door slam shut and lock from the outside. What they observed next petrified them all. There were severed limbs and bodies hanging from meat hooks. As the drama begins to unfold, the door opens and two burly figures enter the basement from an adjoining room. They are aghast as the figures close in on them. They hear one of the men say “I believe you kids owe us our winnings.” They scream and plead for their lives. One of the men has two Molotov Cocktails and swings them back and forth in his hands. The other man holds a lighter in front of their freaked out faces to further taunt them. He is just shy of igniting the prepared Cocktails and pronounces with great vengeance “y’all don’t come into this town and welch on your gambling debts. If you won’t pay up now, we’ll just burn it out of your cold, pale, disgusting flesh." The victims once again proclaimed to have no money at all. The two burly men make good on their threat. The Arizona State University spring breakers endured their last moments of life observing the basement door being unlocked, the lighter and the Molotov Cocktails were thrown at them. Jason, Danny, Nicole, and Mary met an excruciatingly painful, burning, death from the burly evil men who made their final escape into oblivia from the burning hotel.
Ahhh, my sixth hour.
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The mansion
Well, let me pull up a seat. There we go. What Im about to tell you is very tricky to follow, so pay attention. Ever since my aunt was diagnosed withy a fatal heart condition, I knew that she would leave me, her favorite nephew, her mansion on the water. A gorgeous house with magnificent columns towering in front of the house. The house was set high on a cliff. At night you could hear the raging rough waves crashing against the rocks below. After dying three years after being diagnosed, I went to Connecticut for the funeral. What a gloomy day it was, the sky was a greyish black. There was a chill in the air and it felt like it came from the ground of the cold Earth. It was sad to see her go. I was remembering all the good memories we had together. My aunt insisted of being cremated and sprinkled outside of her house, because she loved her house so much. After the funeral I needed a place to stay before the lawyers were reading the will. I checked into a hotel not to far from the mansion. The day was here. I was so excited to hear that I was getting the mansion. As soon as I heard the lawyers say the name "Thomas Cook", I sprang like a spring and I stood up. The words that I longed to hear were finally said, "your aunt has left you the estate in Connecticut."
As soon as I heard the news I packed my things and checked out of the hotel. After a couple of days packing at my house in Rhode Island, I finally got to live in the mansion. When I first walked through the door of the house I felt a chill around my body. I couldn’t explain it. That was the beginning . The first night grew longer and longer, twisting and turning, twisting and turning. It was raining cats and dogs. I dreamt of my aunt screaming my name "Thomas, Thomas!!" I woke up in a sweat. It was 7:30 in the morning. Everywhere I went I felt someone was watching me. Then the most awkward thing happened. I kept feeling a tap on my shoulder, then when I would turn around noone was there.
The second night I felt sharp piercing pains pass in my stomach. I ended up coughing up blood. I called 911 to get help. The paramedics said it was a stomach virus. I came back to the mansion and I felt the same chill that I felt when I first walked in. I turned around and there standing in front of me was my aunt. Crystal clear, just floating. i was in shock, then she disappeared. I knew that something was happening. I knew that I didn’t have a stomach virus. Could my aunt be trying to kill me? For the next few days I was always watching my every move. I was sleeping then all of a sudden BOOM! I couldn’t feel my left leg. Something was putting pressure on my leg. I looked up and there was blood everywhere. The ceiling fan had fallen and severed my lower left leg. I went all numb. I managed to crawl off the bed using my good leg to drag my self to the phone.
I was frustrated and I knew I needed help or I was going to die. I passed out because I lost so much blood and woke up in the hospital. All of the doctors kept asking how this could of happened. I knew I couldn’t tell them that my aunt was trying to kill me, so I told them that the ceiling fan was loose and it fell when I was sleeping. I wound up losing the lower half of my left leg due to being so mangled from the fan. After this horrible experience I decided to leave the mansion and move back to Rhode Island. In the last few years the mansion has
remained vacant, because I cant sell it. Many people have been reporting hearing strange sounds like screaming, and moans. I don’t understand why she wanted to kill me, but I thought she loved me. To this day I still feel her behind my back. Watching, waiting and to kill me.
Well, let me pull up a seat. There we go. What Im about to tell you is very tricky to follow, so pay attention. Ever since my aunt was diagnosed withy a fatal heart condition, I knew that she would leave me, her favorite nephew, her mansion on the water. A gorgeous house with magnificent columns towering in front of the house. The house was set high on a cliff. At night you could hear the raging rough waves crashing against the rocks below. After dying three years after being diagnosed, I went to Connecticut for the funeral. What a gloomy day it was, the sky was a greyish black. There was a chill in the air and it felt like it came from the ground of the cold Earth. It was sad to see her go. I was remembering all the good memories we had together. My aunt insisted of being cremated and sprinkled outside of her house, because she loved her house so much. After the funeral I needed a place to stay before the lawyers were reading the will. I checked into a hotel not to far from the mansion. The day was here. I was so excited to hear that I was getting the mansion. As soon as I heard the lawyers say the name "Thomas Cook", I sprang like a spring and I stood up. The words that I longed to hear were finally said, "your aunt has left you the estate in Connecticut."
As soon as I heard the news I packed my things and checked out of the hotel. After a couple of days packing at my house in Rhode Island, I finally got to live in the mansion. When I first walked through the door of the house I felt a chill around my body. I couldn’t explain it. That was the beginning . The first night grew longer and longer, twisting and turning, twisting and turning. It was raining cats and dogs. I dreamt of my aunt screaming my name "Thomas, Thomas!!" I woke up in a sweat. It was 7:30 in the morning. Everywhere I went I felt someone was watching me. Then the most awkward thing happened. I kept feeling a tap on my shoulder, then when I would turn around noone was there.
The second night I felt sharp piercing pains pass in my stomach. I ended up coughing up blood. I called 911 to get help. The paramedics said it was a stomach virus. I came back to the mansion and I felt the same chill that I felt when I first walked in. I turned around and there standing in front of me was my aunt. Crystal clear, just floating. i was in shock, then she disappeared. I knew that something was happening. I knew that I didn’t have a stomach virus. Could my aunt be trying to kill me? For the next few days I was always watching my every move. I was sleeping then all of a sudden BOOM! I couldn’t feel my left leg. Something was putting pressure on my leg. I looked up and there was blood everywhere. The ceiling fan had fallen and severed my lower left leg. I went all numb. I managed to crawl off the bed using my good leg to drag my self to the phone.
I was frustrated and I knew I needed help or I was going to die. I passed out because I lost so much blood and woke up in the hospital. All of the doctors kept asking how this could of happened. I knew I couldn’t tell them that my aunt was trying to kill me, so I told them that the ceiling fan was loose and it fell when I was sleeping. I wound up losing the lower half of my left leg due to being so mangled from the fan. After this horrible experience I decided to leave the mansion and move back to Rhode Island. In the last few years the mansion has
remained vacant, because I cant sell it. Many people have been reporting hearing strange sounds like screaming, and moans. I don’t understand why she wanted to kill me, but I thought she loved me. To this day I still feel her behind my back. Watching, waiting and to kill me.
A long time ago in 2004, in a small village called Plantville, two friends named Paul and Mary were always looking for things to discover.Paul was quite smart, and had blue eyes and dark hair and Mary was very beautiful and had black eyes, and long dark hair. They had know each other since they were little, and they were best friends, similar to a brother and sister relationship.
One day they were playing soccer outside as usual, when Mary noticed something moving inside a window’s house. Paul and Mary perfectly knew the house had been abandoned since the 1700s. Every kid in Plantville was scared of even looking at that house. But Paul and Mary decided it was time to uncover the mysterious secret that haunted both of them. They came up with a plan to meet at 9.00pm on the street; it would all be dark by then.
At 9.00pm, they were both ready to start their investigation. They decided that Paul would go in while Mary watched nobody came. Paul’s heart was beating fast as he entered the mansion; he didn’t know what could happen if something go wrong. Paul told Mary he was in, so Mary could go in too. Once they were both in the house, it was time for the show to begin. Mary and Paul walked through the house uncomfortably and found nothing but old things like candlesticks, long dirty tablecloths, it actually looked like it had never been cleaned up after the house was abandoned.
Suddenly they heard a creaking noise, BOOM!!!, and a door opened. Paul and Mary froze and couldn’t open their mouths. A voice which came out more as a growl said, “Look for the past’s history” Paul and Mary came out thinking about what they had heard. The next day, they came out to play when Sarah and Jamie, both friends and sisters, told Paul and Mary they were crazy. “We saw you last night” Jamie said looking furiously at both of them."We'll spill the beans if ;we see you again going back there", Sarah told Paul and Mary. Paul and Mary couldn’t care less, and decided to go back to the house the following night, now at 10.30pm, so they were sure no one was watching them.
This time, Paul found a room in the house, which looked like it was an office back at the time. He saw a desk, and opened the drawers. With Mary’s help, Paul found a diary, “I think I know what the voice was trying to tell us last night!” Paul exclaimed. He opened the diary with a key they found under it, and read it. The diary was written by a 32 year old woman named Julia; she was born in 1632 and had written this diary so that people would know what had happened to her and her family. Julia wrote that she was a normal housewife with her husband and five kids. She also explained how people mistreated their family because they were from Russia. She said that at her husband’s work, people gained $1,000 a year, while doing the exact same job, Ronald, her husband, gained $800 a year. Also Julia wrote how her kids were given bad grades for no reason at school, and how in general, people insulted them.
Since that day, Paul and Mary made new friends, and made up a club named ‘WE ARE ALL THE SAME’, with people of many different races. The house had been demolished and they build a church in the same place. Paul and Mary still have Julia’s diary, and even tough they had never heard her voice again, nor sounds or anything, they know Julia is somewhere feeling happier than ever.
One day they were playing soccer outside as usual, when Mary noticed something moving inside a window’s house. Paul and Mary perfectly knew the house had been abandoned since the 1700s. Every kid in Plantville was scared of even looking at that house. But Paul and Mary decided it was time to uncover the mysterious secret that haunted both of them. They came up with a plan to meet at 9.00pm on the street; it would all be dark by then.
At 9.00pm, they were both ready to start their investigation. They decided that Paul would go in while Mary watched nobody came. Paul’s heart was beating fast as he entered the mansion; he didn’t know what could happen if something go wrong. Paul told Mary he was in, so Mary could go in too. Once they were both in the house, it was time for the show to begin. Mary and Paul walked through the house uncomfortably and found nothing but old things like candlesticks, long dirty tablecloths, it actually looked like it had never been cleaned up after the house was abandoned.
Suddenly they heard a creaking noise, BOOM!!!, and a door opened. Paul and Mary froze and couldn’t open their mouths. A voice which came out more as a growl said, “Look for the past’s history” Paul and Mary came out thinking about what they had heard. The next day, they came out to play when Sarah and Jamie, both friends and sisters, told Paul and Mary they were crazy. “We saw you last night” Jamie said looking furiously at both of them."We'll spill the beans if ;we see you again going back there", Sarah told Paul and Mary. Paul and Mary couldn’t care less, and decided to go back to the house the following night, now at 10.30pm, so they were sure no one was watching them.
This time, Paul found a room in the house, which looked like it was an office back at the time. He saw a desk, and opened the drawers. With Mary’s help, Paul found a diary, “I think I know what the voice was trying to tell us last night!” Paul exclaimed. He opened the diary with a key they found under it, and read it. The diary was written by a 32 year old woman named Julia; she was born in 1632 and had written this diary so that people would know what had happened to her and her family. Julia wrote that she was a normal housewife with her husband and five kids. She also explained how people mistreated their family because they were from Russia. She said that at her husband’s work, people gained $1,000 a year, while doing the exact same job, Ronald, her husband, gained $800 a year. Also Julia wrote how her kids were given bad grades for no reason at school, and how in general, people insulted them.
Since that day, Paul and Mary made new friends, and made up a club named ‘WE ARE ALL THE SAME’, with people of many different races. The house had been demolished and they build a church in the same place. Paul and Mary still have Julia’s diary, and even tough they had never heard her voice again, nor sounds or anything, they know Julia is somewhere feeling happier than ever.
"Zombies Attack"
BOOM!!! Bobby heard something slam into his house. He didn’t realize what was going on so he had to look out his window and he saw havoc everywhere he looked! There were cars on fire people burning screaming there heads off. He was so disturbed that he couldn’t bear to watch and he went to go watch the news to see what’s going on. That’s when his only thirteen year old son broke through his door. His son stood there as bloody as a butchers knife. Out of no where he started to attack him. Trying to bite him and scratch him. He was wondering where his wife was when he needed her most, when she came through the door. "Hey honey, you want to help me out a little!?!" screamed Bobby as his son bit a huge chunk of his hand off. Then she attacked as well so Bobby had to do something that he grabbed his gun and gunned them both down. He sat there crying as his wife and son lie there lifeless and wondering what was happening. When he turned on the news he saw the same thing as outside of his window on the T.V. and he started to go crazy and ran through the door screaming and he took his pistol and shot himself in the head.Derek was already in the mall when heard a lady scream! He ran to the entrance as did many people where they heard the scream and he saw a lady screaming because he baby dog outside the mall when the zombies attacked! She was trying to take apart the barricade that was holding the zombies back. But it was to late the lady had already taken it apart and was trying to get her dog when the zombies grabbed her and ripped her apart limb by limb and devoured her. There were hundreds of thousands of zombies outside the mall and that one lady was not enough for all of them so they stormed in and ate anyone they could. People were so scared that they were tripping over there own two feet to try and get away from them. Some people were smart enough to go to the gun shop or the hardware store to get weapons. Others were not lucky enough to get away, other people tried to help them but they got grabbed by the zombies and were eaten alive. Derek was in fact one of the smarter ones who raided the gun shop as fast he could and ran up the upper levels of the mall where the zombies could not get to.
He met up with some of his friends like Drew, Fred, Scott, Tim, and his girlfriend Amy. They were not sure what they would do now that the zombies have penetrated the walls and were inside the mall. But Derek had suggested a plan to reach the top of the mall to wait for a helicopter. But that included going all the way down to the basement and taking the maintenance elevator up to the roof which the elevator was two levels down. This meant that they had to go down stairs and face the zombies to get to the elevator. Scott argued "NO! No way at all am I going down there, did u see what those things did to everyone". But Derek said "But it’s the only way to actually have a chance to survive".
So they bickered and argued till they heard another scream and they ran and saw a women being eaten alive and they took their weapons and either fired or beat down the zombie. The lady was half dead with one arm ripped partly off. They tried to save her but they were too late so they had nothing else to do and walked away when that same lady that was being attacked got up and attacked Fred. They just realized that if u were bitten from a zombie then u would turn into one to so Fred had been bitten and he threw her off the ledge and she broke her neck on a chair. So everyone was sorry to say that they had to kill Fred because he had been bitten. So Derek took his pistol and shot him in the head and that was it Fred was dead.
So they knew that they had to start to try to get up onto the roof. Derek climbed down the stairs and made a run for it as did the others. Shots were fired and you could here the banging of bats hitting heads. Drew tripped and was taken over by the zombies so they never saw him again. No one ever looked back so they did not notice till they were at least one-hundred feet away and they couldn’t turn back and you could here the screams of Drew from all over the mall. They got down to the basement and took the elevator up to the roof and waited for the whole night and then a helicopter finally came and we all got out of there safely except for Drew and Fred.
Revenge
“This will be fun.” Jessie told Gabi with an assuring smile.
“Whatever.” Gabi replied as she turned around and went into the country house. Jessie and Gabi’s parents
were going on a business trip and they left Jessie in charge of her 7 year old sister Gabi for 2 days. Jessie
thought this would be easy, basically all she had to do was feed Gabi. As Jessie started to make her way back into the house she heard sticks snapping on the floor behind her she turned around but no one was there. Then Jessie had the strange feeling someone was following her but she just disregarded it and went into the house. Jessie found Gabi sitting on the couch in the family room watching television.
“Look mom and dad are on the news!” Gabi shouted as she pointed to the television screen.
“Oh yeah dad is on the news for getting that murderer put in jail” Jessie explained. Gabi and Jessie’s dad is an attorney which can make him very unpopular so that’s why Gabi and Jessie were at the country house away from the city. Here there were no neighbors for 5 miles. It was getting late so Jessie put Gabi in bed and she laid on the couch watching television. Jessie decided to call her parents to say goodnight. She picked up the phone and dialed the number Jessie waited for it to ring but it didn’t she bent down to see if it was unplugged but the phone cord had been cut. Jessie started to get worried, who would cut that?
“No Problem” Jessie whispered as she took out her cell phone only to find that she had no service in the area. Then the television through a fit with static and noise roaring through the speakers. Maybe it’s just a really bad area for television Jessie thought. However none of those thoughts could slow down her racing heart. Jessie turned the television off and started to climb upstairs. She was halfway up the stairs when the lights started to flicker on off on off.
“Gabi stop it right now!” Jessie shouted hoping Gabi was playing a joke on her. “It’s not funny!” Jessie screamed. Then the lights turned off completely. The darkness was a black blanket covering the house. Jessie moved her hand along the wall trying to find the light switch. When she finally found the light switch Jessie screamed and took my hand away from the wall because when she touched the light switch she had felt another hand on top of hers. Jessie ran up the stairs so fast she could feel her heart beating through her chest. Jessie dashed to Gabi’s bedroom where her bed was empty she picked up the blankets to find blood every where. Jessie turned white as a ghost.
“This can’t be happening!” Jessie screamed as she ran into the parent’s bedroom. Jessie sat on my bed wondering what to do. Jessie grabbed a flashlight from the cabinet and started searching for her sister. She noticed a bloody handprint on the wall and was horrified.
“I hope she’s okay” Jessie whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks. The flashlight fell to the floor and Jessie bent over to pick it up but someone had grabbed it before her and shined it in her face so I couldn’t see who they were.
“Jessie if you want your sister to stay alive you need to listen to me do you understand?” a deep voice asked.
“Yes” Jessie said her voice trembling with fear. “Where is she?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“She’s in the attic but, don’t worry you’ll be joining her very soon” Answered the deep voice. He shut the flashlight off and led Jessie up the attic stairs in complete darkness. She was soon reunited with my sister. The sisters hugged each other tight. The guy with the deep voice turned the attic light on but Jessie and Gabi still couldn’t see his face because he had a black ski mask with eye wholes cut out on his face. However Jessie could see Gabi her cute as a button face had a few cuts and bruises but she didn’t look very hurt and Jessie was grateful for that.
“Who are you and why are you doing this?” Jessie shouted at him. He took a big shiny knife out of his pocket and he made a big cut in Jessie’s leg. Jessie screamed with pain even though the only ones that could hear her were Gabi and the guy with the deep voice.
“I make the rules around here and you don’t question me do you understand?” The guy with the deep voice explained. Gabi and Jessie nodded too scared to talk. “I’ll make you suffer just the way your father is making my parents” He stated as he put his knife back into his pocket. Jessie thought about this for a second and then it all came to her it was Greg. Greg went to the same school as Jessie but he was a few years older his parents were the people Gabi dad put in jail for murder.
“Greg?” Jessie questioned.
“Yeah, that’s right it’s me,” he said as he took off his mask.
“Were not the ones that did this to your parents it was my dad so why are you torturing us?” Jessie said as she put pressure on her still bleeding leg.
“Number one I couldn’t get near your parents they have so much security and if I hurt or kill both of you I am hurting your father and that’ll be good enough for me.” He said with a wide grin on his face. He’s going to kill me Jessie thought, it’s over she started to sob. When all of the sudden Gabi started to kick him despite the fact her hands were tied tightly with rope behind her. Jessie realized what she was doing she was creating a distraction. She sprang up and reached into Greg’s pocket and got the huge shiny knife.
“Freeze” Jessie said as he was about to grab Gabi. Jessie walked right up to Greg and pointed the knife at his face he kept walking backwards away from the knife. All of the sudden Jessie and Greg tumbled together tripping tragically over a wire and crashed into the huge window over looking the backyard.
“Oh my Gosh help!” Gabi screamed as we tumbled out the window. Jessie only had one thought as she was falling out the window, kill him. As Greg and Jessie fell to the ground Greg bashed his head on a sprinkler and as far as she could tell he was dead. Luckily for Jessie she had landed on the trampoline. Still weak from the fall she couldn’t get up she could barely talk. In a few minutes Gabi was by Jessie’s side.
“Get help” she told her.
“But who should I tell we have no neighbors.” She explained with a worried look.
“The nearest house is 5 miles away take the bike and hurry” Jessie told her and she was about to shut her eyes when she heard Gabi scream. Jessie looked down to find Greg’s hand wrapped around Gabi’s ankle. “He’s not dead?” Jessie shouted in amazement. She hopped up adrenaline running through her veins as she stepped real hard on Greg’s wrist.
“Ouch!” Greg screamed loudly.
“Run, Gabi, Run!” Jessie instructed. Jessie didn’t get off his wrist until the police came. Gabi and Jessie explained everything to the police and called the parents. The parents came home right away and Jessie and Gabi didn’t feel safe until Jessie and Gabi were far away from the country in the house with neighbors on each side of them and Greg was in jail.
“This will be fun.” Jessie told Gabi with an assuring smile.
“Whatever.” Gabi replied as she turned around and went into the country house. Jessie and Gabi’s parents
were going on a business trip and they left Jessie in charge of her 7 year old sister Gabi for 2 days. Jessie
thought this would be easy, basically all she had to do was feed Gabi. As Jessie started to make her way back into the house she heard sticks snapping on the floor behind her she turned around but no one was there. Then Jessie had the strange feeling someone was following her but she just disregarded it and went into the house. Jessie found Gabi sitting on the couch in the family room watching television.
“Look mom and dad are on the news!” Gabi shouted as she pointed to the television screen.
“Oh yeah dad is on the news for getting that murderer put in jail” Jessie explained. Gabi and Jessie’s dad is an attorney which can make him very unpopular so that’s why Gabi and Jessie were at the country house away from the city. Here there were no neighbors for 5 miles. It was getting late so Jessie put Gabi in bed and she laid on the couch watching television. Jessie decided to call her parents to say goodnight. She picked up the phone and dialed the number Jessie waited for it to ring but it didn’t she bent down to see if it was unplugged but the phone cord had been cut. Jessie started to get worried, who would cut that?
“No Problem” Jessie whispered as she took out her cell phone only to find that she had no service in the area. Then the television through a fit with static and noise roaring through the speakers. Maybe it’s just a really bad area for television Jessie thought. However none of those thoughts could slow down her racing heart. Jessie turned the television off and started to climb upstairs. She was halfway up the stairs when the lights started to flicker on off on off.
“Gabi stop it right now!” Jessie shouted hoping Gabi was playing a joke on her. “It’s not funny!” Jessie screamed. Then the lights turned off completely. The darkness was a black blanket covering the house. Jessie moved her hand along the wall trying to find the light switch. When she finally found the light switch Jessie screamed and took my hand away from the wall because when she touched the light switch she had felt another hand on top of hers. Jessie ran up the stairs so fast she could feel her heart beating through her chest. Jessie dashed to Gabi’s bedroom where her bed was empty she picked up the blankets to find blood every where. Jessie turned white as a ghost.
“This can’t be happening!” Jessie screamed as she ran into the parent’s bedroom. Jessie sat on my bed wondering what to do. Jessie grabbed a flashlight from the cabinet and started searching for her sister. She noticed a bloody handprint on the wall and was horrified.
“I hope she’s okay” Jessie whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks. The flashlight fell to the floor and Jessie bent over to pick it up but someone had grabbed it before her and shined it in her face so I couldn’t see who they were.
“Jessie if you want your sister to stay alive you need to listen to me do you understand?” a deep voice asked.
“Yes” Jessie said her voice trembling with fear. “Where is she?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“She’s in the attic but, don’t worry you’ll be joining her very soon” Answered the deep voice. He shut the flashlight off and led Jessie up the attic stairs in complete darkness. She was soon reunited with my sister. The sisters hugged each other tight. The guy with the deep voice turned the attic light on but Jessie and Gabi still couldn’t see his face because he had a black ski mask with eye wholes cut out on his face. However Jessie could see Gabi her cute as a button face had a few cuts and bruises but she didn’t look very hurt and Jessie was grateful for that.
“Who are you and why are you doing this?” Jessie shouted at him. He took a big shiny knife out of his pocket and he made a big cut in Jessie’s leg. Jessie screamed with pain even though the only ones that could hear her were Gabi and the guy with the deep voice.
“I make the rules around here and you don’t question me do you understand?” The guy with the deep voice explained. Gabi and Jessie nodded too scared to talk. “I’ll make you suffer just the way your father is making my parents” He stated as he put his knife back into his pocket. Jessie thought about this for a second and then it all came to her it was Greg. Greg went to the same school as Jessie but he was a few years older his parents were the people Gabi dad put in jail for murder.
“Greg?” Jessie questioned.
“Yeah, that’s right it’s me,” he said as he took off his mask.
“Were not the ones that did this to your parents it was my dad so why are you torturing us?” Jessie said as she put pressure on her still bleeding leg.
“Number one I couldn’t get near your parents they have so much security and if I hurt or kill both of you I am hurting your father and that’ll be good enough for me.” He said with a wide grin on his face. He’s going to kill me Jessie thought, it’s over she started to sob. When all of the sudden Gabi started to kick him despite the fact her hands were tied tightly with rope behind her. Jessie realized what she was doing she was creating a distraction. She sprang up and reached into Greg’s pocket and got the huge shiny knife.
“Freeze” Jessie said as he was about to grab Gabi. Jessie walked right up to Greg and pointed the knife at his face he kept walking backwards away from the knife. All of the sudden Jessie and Greg tumbled together tripping tragically over a wire and crashed into the huge window over looking the backyard.
“Oh my Gosh help!” Gabi screamed as we tumbled out the window. Jessie only had one thought as she was falling out the window, kill him. As Greg and Jessie fell to the ground Greg bashed his head on a sprinkler and as far as she could tell he was dead. Luckily for Jessie she had landed on the trampoline. Still weak from the fall she couldn’t get up she could barely talk. In a few minutes Gabi was by Jessie’s side.
“Get help” she told her.
“But who should I tell we have no neighbors.” She explained with a worried look.
“The nearest house is 5 miles away take the bike and hurry” Jessie told her and she was about to shut her eyes when she heard Gabi scream. Jessie looked down to find Greg’s hand wrapped around Gabi’s ankle. “He’s not dead?” Jessie shouted in amazement. She hopped up adrenaline running through her veins as she stepped real hard on Greg’s wrist.
“Ouch!” Greg screamed loudly.
“Run, Gabi, Run!” Jessie instructed. Jessie didn’t get off his wrist until the police came. Gabi and Jessie explained everything to the police and called the parents. The parents came home right away and Jessie and Gabi didn’t feel safe until Jessie and Gabi were far away from the country in the house with neighbors on each side of them and Greg was in jail.
TWIN OF EVIL
once upon a time in a land called Nassvile there lived a a boy named Clark who loved playing sports, and he was most definitely different from the other kids. He had an evil twin, Fabion, who was always causing trouble that no ones else was capable of. The two twins a did not care about houston what so ever .One Halloween Fabion planted a pitchfork in a hay pile and then Tried to fool Houston and his other mischievous friends into jumping into it from the barn roof. Fabion continued to play deadly pranks and his threatening tricks throughout the day.
Until Trevin,one of his friends, delivered the true shocker, he was preparing to try one of Faboin's crazy stunts. To their surprise trevin actaully jumped off the roof and hit the floor which springed the hidden fork and flipped it in the air, landed directly into Trevins back , and layed there dead. There was silence for a moment ,but not Fabion , he had a haunting smile on his face.Around this same time Clark was on the other side of the farm playing football with Charles,his best friend when he heard a loud scream! Quickly they both ran towards the barn Only to find Trevin lieing motionless on the floor ."This must be Fabions doing" said Clark."I cant believe He would actually go so far! screamed out Charles. Unsuspectingly Faboin jumped out of nowhere with a bloody knife in his hand "He got what was coming for him" Fabion said, and laughed evily.There was a pause then a couple of mysterious men approached them from behind and said "Oh my GOD!!!".
One of them quickly ran up to the lifeless body of Trevin and demanded to know who did this horrilble crime."It was my brother !,him the one that looks just like me right there with the knife in his left hand" shouted Clark.Just that same minute Fabion launched an attack with the knife screaming "You cant take me alive!".Boom. There was a loud explosion that hit across the street ,before Faboin was about to kill the man. It was small at first , then they all noticed that it started spreading like fire on a line of gas. They all started running for their lives but it was no use they were all caught in the radioactive explosion.
Human survivors from this deadly man-made bomb that killed most of the population had changed all who were there that day. Those who survived had become vampires, with the exception of one man. Clark unbelievably came out of it with not one scar but he managed to create a Fortress with those who chose to join him to rid the planet of these bloody and truly frightening creatures of the night.One thing they were all certain about , was that the vampire king is for sure to be Fabion the most blood thirsty monster that roamed the earth. The world was changed and that gave every nightmares for days just from even t thought of these vicious beasts.
once upon a time in a land called Nassvile there lived a a boy named Clark who loved playing sports, and he was most definitely different from the other kids. He had an evil twin, Fabion, who was always causing trouble that no ones else was capable of. The two twins a did not care about houston what so ever .One Halloween Fabion planted a pitchfork in a hay pile and then Tried to fool Houston and his other mischievous friends into jumping into it from the barn roof. Fabion continued to play deadly pranks and his threatening tricks throughout the day.
Until Trevin,one of his friends, delivered the true shocker, he was preparing to try one of Faboin's crazy stunts. To their surprise trevin actaully jumped off the roof and hit the floor which springed the hidden fork and flipped it in the air, landed directly into Trevins back , and layed there dead. There was silence for a moment ,but not Fabion , he had a haunting smile on his face.Around this same time Clark was on the other side of the farm playing football with Charles,his best friend when he heard a loud scream! Quickly they both ran towards the barn Only to find Trevin lieing motionless on the floor ."This must be Fabions doing" said Clark."I cant believe He would actually go so far! screamed out Charles. Unsuspectingly Faboin jumped out of nowhere with a bloody knife in his hand "He got what was coming for him" Fabion said, and laughed evily.There was a pause then a couple of mysterious men approached them from behind and said "Oh my GOD!!!".
One of them quickly ran up to the lifeless body of Trevin and demanded to know who did this horrilble crime."It was my brother !,him the one that looks just like me right there with the knife in his left hand" shouted Clark.Just that same minute Fabion launched an attack with the knife screaming "You cant take me alive!".Boom. There was a loud explosion that hit across the street ,before Faboin was about to kill the man. It was small at first , then they all noticed that it started spreading like fire on a line of gas. They all started running for their lives but it was no use they were all caught in the radioactive explosion.
Human survivors from this deadly man-made bomb that killed most of the population had changed all who were there that day. Those who survived had become vampires, with the exception of one man. Clark unbelievably came out of it with not one scar but he managed to create a Fortress with those who chose to join him to rid the planet of these bloody and truly frightening creatures of the night.One thing they were all certain about , was that the vampire king is for sure to be Fabion the most blood thirsty monster that roamed the earth. The world was changed and that gave every nightmares for days just from even t thought of these vicious beasts.
The young couple, Kate and Julian, held hands as they entered their first house. Kate had long, blonde wavy hair and green eyes that looked like emeralds. Julian was tall and had brown hair, and hazel eyes. They were high school sweethearts, fell deeply in love, and shortly after graduation got married. To call the house "huge" would be an understatement. It was a beautiful two story mansion, painted with a beige paint on the exterior. The house was surrounded by a colorful garden in the front, and a pond in the back. The inside was just as beautiful. A spiral staircase and wooden counter tops. Twelve rooms all sealed shut with wooden doors. Kate and Julian planned on having a large family, so they bought a very large house.
For a few months, they enjoyed the house and one another's company. However, the wife found herself lonely everyday since the husband went to work. They started to fight and argue about his job often. One night after a big dispute, she wanted to take a drive to clear her mind. She began to cry and lost sight of the road. Her eyes were so blurry she could barely see anything. She lost control of the car, and the car headed into a lake. "Splash!" was the sound of the car sinking. Sadly, Kate drowned. Julian felt as if it was his fault she died, since they had an argument the same night, which lead her to take a drive. He blamed himself. Julian was so lonely, but grew a severe temper. All of his family members were deceased, so he really did not have anyone.
One night, he made up his mind that he could not live without Kate. He wrote a suicide note, and put a rifle to his head. Neighbors complained to police about a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot. The police discovered the body a few days after the death. No one has entered the mansion after the police. No one wants to go into a house that once held a deceased body. All of the neighbors moved. They no longer felt safe in that community.
Decades later, a young girl named Rose awakes. She is eager and ready to start high school. Today marks the first day of the school year. Rose had to walk to school since both of her parents worked a lot, but it was no bother. She was used to not being with her parents most of the time, and she loved the outdoors. However, this walk would change her life forever.
Rose looked down as her new pair of converse touched the old, cracked sidewalk. She noticed her foot had been joined by a line of red roses. She began to pick them up to see what they lead to. Rose found herself standing in a garden of an old mansion.
Suddenly, she felt as if a knife went through her brain. Her complection faded from rosy red to a dull gray color. The veins in her eyes started to spring out like spider webs. She could feel her body quiver with every step she took down the old, cracked, bumpy, sidewalk. The weirdest thing was Rose felt as if she had no control over her body. Tears of fear began to trickle down her cheeks. She managed to pick her head up to look at the mansion.
The color resembled of the paint the sky during a hurricane-dark gray and light black. All of the flowers in the garden, except for the few she picked up, were completely dead. They were dark brown, and the leaves were wrinkled. The aching pain in her head grew more, although she didn't think it could get any worse. Rose could barely think, but she knew these strange reactions had to do with the mansion.
Black. Everything in her sight went black. Rose's body was still quivering. Black was all she saw. She found herself lying on the sidewalk many minutes later. All of her reactions were completely gone. Rose quickly got up and ran the rest of the way to school. She could feel beads of sweat trickle down her forehead.
She did not tell anyone what had happened. Rose could barely explain it to herself. She knew no one would believe her. One thing was for sure: no matter what, she would never pass by that mansion again. Rose spent the rest of the day wondering what really happened. As soon as she got home, she went right to sleep.
The next morning, Rose woke up a few minutes early. She would take a different route. Even though this route was much longer, she would do anything not to pass the mansion again. After leaving her house, she took a right turn, instead of the left she took yesterday. The sun was beaming bright. Rose smiled to herself. She was happy to finally focus on school today. Out of nowhere came a dark, gray cloud. There was an extremely loud bang of thunder. All of the trees in the neighborhood began to whistle.
Rose found herself at the back of the mansion, laying on the edge of the pond. She had no idea how she was anywhere near the mansion, since she took a different route this morning. She began to cry again. Rose knew she was put into a bad situation she could not avoid. As she struggled to stand up, another loud bang of thunder flooded her ears. Along with the thunder came a strong gust of wind, which pushed her straight into the pond. She felt her body sink further and further down, but Rose no longer had control.
The water was so cold, it felt as if nails were digging into every part of her body. Unfortunately, Rose drowned.
To this day, the body has not been discovered. One thing is for sure: when the mansion was built, someone put an evil curse on it. Whoever comes into contact with the
house will suffer deeply before drowning. For example, Kate struggled with her husband for many weeks. Rose experienced cruel reactions, such as the terrible pain in her head. Whoever comes into contact with the house is cursed, and will drown eventually.
For a few months, they enjoyed the house and one another's company. However, the wife found herself lonely everyday since the husband went to work. They started to fight and argue about his job often. One night after a big dispute, she wanted to take a drive to clear her mind. She began to cry and lost sight of the road. Her eyes were so blurry she could barely see anything. She lost control of the car, and the car headed into a lake. "Splash!" was the sound of the car sinking. Sadly, Kate drowned. Julian felt as if it was his fault she died, since they had an argument the same night, which lead her to take a drive. He blamed himself. Julian was so lonely, but grew a severe temper. All of his family members were deceased, so he really did not have anyone.
One night, he made up his mind that he could not live without Kate. He wrote a suicide note, and put a rifle to his head. Neighbors complained to police about a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot. The police discovered the body a few days after the death. No one has entered the mansion after the police. No one wants to go into a house that once held a deceased body. All of the neighbors moved. They no longer felt safe in that community.
Decades later, a young girl named Rose awakes. She is eager and ready to start high school. Today marks the first day of the school year. Rose had to walk to school since both of her parents worked a lot, but it was no bother. She was used to not being with her parents most of the time, and she loved the outdoors. However, this walk would change her life forever.
Rose looked down as her new pair of converse touched the old, cracked sidewalk. She noticed her foot had been joined by a line of red roses. She began to pick them up to see what they lead to. Rose found herself standing in a garden of an old mansion.
Suddenly, she felt as if a knife went through her brain. Her complection faded from rosy red to a dull gray color. The veins in her eyes started to spring out like spider webs. She could feel her body quiver with every step she took down the old, cracked, bumpy, sidewalk. The weirdest thing was Rose felt as if she had no control over her body. Tears of fear began to trickle down her cheeks. She managed to pick her head up to look at the mansion.
The color resembled of the paint the sky during a hurricane-dark gray and light black. All of the flowers in the garden, except for the few she picked up, were completely dead. They were dark brown, and the leaves were wrinkled. The aching pain in her head grew more, although she didn't think it could get any worse. Rose could barely think, but she knew these strange reactions had to do with the mansion.
Black. Everything in her sight went black. Rose's body was still quivering. Black was all she saw. She found herself lying on the sidewalk many minutes later. All of her reactions were completely gone. Rose quickly got up and ran the rest of the way to school. She could feel beads of sweat trickle down her forehead.
She did not tell anyone what had happened. Rose could barely explain it to herself. She knew no one would believe her. One thing was for sure: no matter what, she would never pass by that mansion again. Rose spent the rest of the day wondering what really happened. As soon as she got home, she went right to sleep.
The next morning, Rose woke up a few minutes early. She would take a different route. Even though this route was much longer, she would do anything not to pass the mansion again. After leaving her house, she took a right turn, instead of the left she took yesterday. The sun was beaming bright. Rose smiled to herself. She was happy to finally focus on school today. Out of nowhere came a dark, gray cloud. There was an extremely loud bang of thunder. All of the trees in the neighborhood began to whistle.
Rose found herself at the back of the mansion, laying on the edge of the pond. She had no idea how she was anywhere near the mansion, since she took a different route this morning. She began to cry again. Rose knew she was put into a bad situation she could not avoid. As she struggled to stand up, another loud bang of thunder flooded her ears. Along with the thunder came a strong gust of wind, which pushed her straight into the pond. She felt her body sink further and further down, but Rose no longer had control.
The water was so cold, it felt as if nails were digging into every part of her body. Unfortunately, Rose drowned.
To this day, the body has not been discovered. One thing is for sure: when the mansion was built, someone put an evil curse on it. Whoever comes into contact with the
house will suffer deeply before drowning. For example, Kate struggled with her husband for many weeks. Rose experienced cruel reactions, such as the terrible pain in her head. Whoever comes into contact with the house is cursed, and will drown eventually.
The Red Route
We crept up to the house stealthily; silent, like a cat stalking his prey. In this case we were the prey, although we never knew that until the feeling of being watched loomed over us, like bad body odor. This part of the woods had been untouched for ages--the townspeople too scared of this old house to use the path that came this way.
Over the decades, the earth had reclaimed the spaces between the cracked brick driveway. Now you could hardly tell what was the path and what was the forest.
When I was beginning to regret hiking the way we were going, the thick wall of forest parted magically. Shortly after, as we were making our way through the weeds, rain as hard as hail came down. Thunder that shook the ground followed lightning and what started as an innocent hike in the forest turned to a horror scene, something made for movies. What made the rain worse was that we were weary with the hiking; we had gone at least ten miles to get to the romantic picnic area out in the country.
We had heard from the hotel receptionist that up that path, ten miles, would be a turn to the picnic area. Turns out, she was wrong. Her exact words were: “Up ten miles of this trail,” she had pointed to the red outline of the trail we were on, “there is a gorgeous picnic area. We tell all our clients to go there. It’s simply lovely.” She smiled. At the time I thought this was a hopeful, knowing smile, but thinking back it was malicious and evil, as if she knew something bad was to come.
Finally, we came up to something that resembled a house. It was decripet, dangerous-looking and dilapidated, but still you can see the framework of an old eighteenth century mansion. The place loomed over us with a watchfull muteness that can chill you to the bone just by looking at it. The garden showed evidence of life, and the place looked like it would have been perfect for a Halloween theme party.
“I don’t think we’re in the right place, Rose.” said Edward beside me, quietly, as if not to spook ghosts back to existence. His arms were shielding his bent head from the hail-like rain. I was doing much the same thing, but using my coat as an extra cover.
“I totally agree. This isn’t what you’d call my idea of a romantic get away.”
“Maybe she gave us the wrong path?” He asked, hopeful that we had just turned at the wrong place. On the way here he had said that the lady was nice, and like himself, he wanted to keep thinking she was.
“No,” I answered, a little louder, “I don’t think so.”
We hastily made our way up the porch, the stairs groaning with the years of unuse. Edward grabbed my hand and gave it a tight squeeze before we pushed the door open. We didn't know what would be in there.
On the first try, it hardly budged, but when he threw all his weight into it, it came crashing down with a loud BOOM!
There was an unsettling silence after, our breathing was hardly loud enough to count as a sound. I placed my steps ever-so slightly that only little tidbits of dust reached my nose. I held his hand tightly, looking behind our every step as he looked forward. We walked through the house. It was obvious it was abandoned years and years ago. The furniture looked like it should be in an antique shop, and even though dusty, all the peices were beautiful.
There really was no reason for our behavior, but the spook of the house and of the situation made us scared out of our wits. We had no idea what to do. Stay here for the night? Or go home?
We decided to stay here; besides, its not like many people were here, nothing can happen.
When the lightning striked that night, the sky was illuminated so bright that you can see just as well as electricity. Edward checked his watch. "Almost midnight," he whispered. We agreed to look for a bed.
We decided it would make sense to look upstairs, and so we did. I held on to the railing and his hand as we took one step at a time. These ancient stairs might give out at any time.
And finally we were at the top of the spiraling stairs, right at the end of a long, long hallway. We were getting wearier and wearier but in the room at the end of the hall we found a bed big enough for the both of us to share.
The room was grand. The walls a pretty summer blue color. A Chestnut wood canopied bed with burgundy blankets and pillows was situated in the middle of the room. There was no furniture besides the bed, but what did we need it for anyway? The two of us crawled it and fell instantly into a dark sleep.
I knew I was awake.
But at first I thought I was still dreaming.
There was still pain.
There was still yelling and groaning and crying out.
And it felt like I wasn’t ever dreaming, that I was only lying here in the spikes the whole time with my arms bound to the headboard of the canopied bed the whole time.
There was still blood around me and I was still gagged.
And someone was laughing, but not my Edward.
The curtains were drawn, and there was something in my eyes, something like knives. It felt like someone was cutting me limb from limb. And I couldn’t feel my toes or my hands anymore and I tried to clench my fists but they were gone.
And I tried screaming, but my tongue was gone.
And I tried seeing, but my eyes were useless.
I was mute, in pain, and defenseless.
I thrashed more, but the spikes were worse. And I saw ‘the light’. I thought I was dying but the only thing I did was wake up.
And then my eyes opened up again, and I was able to see again. I thought that I would have to go through the whole thing, the whole business of being tied to the headboard and thrashing and being mute, pained, and defenseless again, but I didn’t.
I sat up in the bed and looked for Edward, beacause I couldn’t hear his breathing beside me. He was gone, and something had replaced him. Its neck was broken into two angles, its spine twisted in every which way. There were holes in its body where organs should be, and its face striped of its flesh.
I screamed and bolted from the room--or at least tried, because as soon as I set foot on the mahogany wooden floor, I fell though.
I was in blood again, the house was melting from the top down and I couldn’t find Edward.
All the antique furniture was gone and replaced with gallons and gallons of blood. I swam through it in what seemed like hours and hours. I couldn’t breath without the taste or smell of blood enveloping my lungs and nostrils.
I got out.
I got out and ran and ran until I couldn’t see the house anymore, or smell the blood.
I was back to square one, back at the turn where we had thought the whole thing was wrong.
I stood there in shock everything that happened, unable to close my eyes, unable to scream. I was afraid of what I might see if I closed them. Would it be me dunking into blood again? Swimming in it? I threw up where I stood.
What happened to Edward? Where was he? Did he get out before I did?
And then I realized that the creature in the bed beside me was Edward.
I had left him there.
I finally sank to my knees, realization hitting me like a rock, and cried.
Much, much later I had the strength to get up again. I was weak with hunger and shock. The blood was starting to flow my way down the driveway.
I walked away from the house.
It took hours to get back to town.
The blood had miraculously dried from my clothes and was taken away from my mouth.
I went back to the Inn. The lady was gone.
I looked back at the pamphlet she had given us that day, with that awful smile of hers.
I looked for the trail we had taken, I looked for any mention of the house at all and of the picnic area she had suggested.
There was no house or picnic area.
There was no red route.
We crept up to the house stealthily; silent, like a cat stalking his prey. In this case we were the prey, although we never knew that until the feeling of being watched loomed over us, like bad body odor. This part of the woods had been untouched for ages--the townspeople too scared of this old house to use the path that came this way.
Over the decades, the earth had reclaimed the spaces between the cracked brick driveway. Now you could hardly tell what was the path and what was the forest.
When I was beginning to regret hiking the way we were going, the thick wall of forest parted magically. Shortly after, as we were making our way through the weeds, rain as hard as hail came down. Thunder that shook the ground followed lightning and what started as an innocent hike in the forest turned to a horror scene, something made for movies. What made the rain worse was that we were weary with the hiking; we had gone at least ten miles to get to the romantic picnic area out in the country.
We had heard from the hotel receptionist that up that path, ten miles, would be a turn to the picnic area. Turns out, she was wrong. Her exact words were: “Up ten miles of this trail,” she had pointed to the red outline of the trail we were on, “there is a gorgeous picnic area. We tell all our clients to go there. It’s simply lovely.” She smiled. At the time I thought this was a hopeful, knowing smile, but thinking back it was malicious and evil, as if she knew something bad was to come.
Finally, we came up to something that resembled a house. It was decripet, dangerous-looking and dilapidated, but still you can see the framework of an old eighteenth century mansion. The place loomed over us with a watchfull muteness that can chill you to the bone just by looking at it. The garden showed evidence of life, and the place looked like it would have been perfect for a Halloween theme party.
“I don’t think we’re in the right place, Rose.” said Edward beside me, quietly, as if not to spook ghosts back to existence. His arms were shielding his bent head from the hail-like rain. I was doing much the same thing, but using my coat as an extra cover.
“I totally agree. This isn’t what you’d call my idea of a romantic get away.”
“Maybe she gave us the wrong path?” He asked, hopeful that we had just turned at the wrong place. On the way here he had said that the lady was nice, and like himself, he wanted to keep thinking she was.
“No,” I answered, a little louder, “I don’t think so.”
We hastily made our way up the porch, the stairs groaning with the years of unuse. Edward grabbed my hand and gave it a tight squeeze before we pushed the door open. We didn't know what would be in there.
On the first try, it hardly budged, but when he threw all his weight into it, it came crashing down with a loud BOOM!
There was an unsettling silence after, our breathing was hardly loud enough to count as a sound. I placed my steps ever-so slightly that only little tidbits of dust reached my nose. I held his hand tightly, looking behind our every step as he looked forward. We walked through the house. It was obvious it was abandoned years and years ago. The furniture looked like it should be in an antique shop, and even though dusty, all the peices were beautiful.
There really was no reason for our behavior, but the spook of the house and of the situation made us scared out of our wits. We had no idea what to do. Stay here for the night? Or go home?
We decided to stay here; besides, its not like many people were here, nothing can happen.
When the lightning striked that night, the sky was illuminated so bright that you can see just as well as electricity. Edward checked his watch. "Almost midnight," he whispered. We agreed to look for a bed.
We decided it would make sense to look upstairs, and so we did. I held on to the railing and his hand as we took one step at a time. These ancient stairs might give out at any time.
And finally we were at the top of the spiraling stairs, right at the end of a long, long hallway. We were getting wearier and wearier but in the room at the end of the hall we found a bed big enough for the both of us to share.
The room was grand. The walls a pretty summer blue color. A Chestnut wood canopied bed with burgundy blankets and pillows was situated in the middle of the room. There was no furniture besides the bed, but what did we need it for anyway? The two of us crawled it and fell instantly into a dark sleep.
I knew I was awake.
But at first I thought I was still dreaming.
There was still pain.
There was still yelling and groaning and crying out.
And it felt like I wasn’t ever dreaming, that I was only lying here in the spikes the whole time with my arms bound to the headboard of the canopied bed the whole time.
There was still blood around me and I was still gagged.
And someone was laughing, but not my Edward.
The curtains were drawn, and there was something in my eyes, something like knives. It felt like someone was cutting me limb from limb. And I couldn’t feel my toes or my hands anymore and I tried to clench my fists but they were gone.
And I tried screaming, but my tongue was gone.
And I tried seeing, but my eyes were useless.
I was mute, in pain, and defenseless.
I thrashed more, but the spikes were worse. And I saw ‘the light’. I thought I was dying but the only thing I did was wake up.
And then my eyes opened up again, and I was able to see again. I thought that I would have to go through the whole thing, the whole business of being tied to the headboard and thrashing and being mute, pained, and defenseless again, but I didn’t.
I sat up in the bed and looked for Edward, beacause I couldn’t hear his breathing beside me. He was gone, and something had replaced him. Its neck was broken into two angles, its spine twisted in every which way. There were holes in its body where organs should be, and its face striped of its flesh.
I screamed and bolted from the room--or at least tried, because as soon as I set foot on the mahogany wooden floor, I fell though.
I was in blood again, the house was melting from the top down and I couldn’t find Edward.
All the antique furniture was gone and replaced with gallons and gallons of blood. I swam through it in what seemed like hours and hours. I couldn’t breath without the taste or smell of blood enveloping my lungs and nostrils.
I got out.
I got out and ran and ran until I couldn’t see the house anymore, or smell the blood.
I was back to square one, back at the turn where we had thought the whole thing was wrong.
I stood there in shock everything that happened, unable to close my eyes, unable to scream. I was afraid of what I might see if I closed them. Would it be me dunking into blood again? Swimming in it? I threw up where I stood.
What happened to Edward? Where was he? Did he get out before I did?
And then I realized that the creature in the bed beside me was Edward.
I had left him there.
I finally sank to my knees, realization hitting me like a rock, and cried.
Much, much later I had the strength to get up again. I was weak with hunger and shock. The blood was starting to flow my way down the driveway.
I walked away from the house.
It took hours to get back to town.
The blood had miraculously dried from my clothes and was taken away from my mouth.
I went back to the Inn. The lady was gone.
I looked back at the pamphlet she had given us that day, with that awful smile of hers.
I looked for the trail we had taken, I looked for any mention of the house at all and of the picnic area she had suggested.
There was no house or picnic area.
There was no red route.
THE ABANDONED HOUSE
“Come on you babies!” Brian pleaded as he and Mike pushed Justin, Scott, and Jessica towards the house, “Go in already!”
“Ok, ok we’re going” Scott answered as he cautiously walked up the steps to the abandoned house.
“Aren’t you two coming in with us?” Justin asked Mike and Brian. He opened the door and walked inside, and Scott and Jessica followed.
“Yeah, yeah we’ll be right behind you” Mike smiled and winked at Brian. Mike and Brian walked up the steps and, at the right moment, reached for the opened door and held it shut. “Get the branch over there” Mike ordered Brian. Brian retrieved it and gave it to Mike.
"Ew there is a swarm of ants on that stick! Get me another one." Brian threw the stick on the ground and picked up another one, then handed it to Mike."How is this one servant?" Brian answered sarcastically. "Clean as a whistle" Mike proclaimed.Mike took the stick and stuck it in between the door handles.
“Let us out!” Scott, Justin, and Jessica all screamed in unison as they banged repeatedly on the door.
“So long suckers!” Mike yelled as he and Brian ran away laughing.
“So are we just going to leave them there forever?” Mike asked then stopped running to catch his breath.
“We’ll come back in the morning” Brian answered. “Now hurry up!”
“Well I should have seen that coming” Jessica said to no one in particular. She walked through the dark living room and peered out a window. “It’s getting dark! I’m going to be in so much trouble.” She tried opening the window but it wouldn’t budge. “I was supposed to be home by 7:00. Does any one have the time?”
“It’s um…” Scott mumbled as he reached for his phone in the dark, “It’s 8:45.” “I’m dead” Jessica stated as she took a seat on the floor next to Justin. “Why did we agree to this again?” Jessica asked.
“Yeah, why did we agree to this Scott?” Justin asked.
“I don’t know but instead of blaming me can we please find a way out of here first?” Scott insisted. All of a sudden, BANG! they heard a crash as loud as a gunshot come from down the hall.
“Did you hear that?” Jessica whisper yelled, “Were all going to die!”
“Oh relax” Justin said, “Is any one in here?” he yelled. There was no answer. Jessica walked over to the couch and sat down, and Scott followed her. Out of nowhere the phone on the kitchen wall rang. Jessica fell off the couch.
“No one has lived here for over 10 years! Does this house even have a phone number?” Jessica asked.
“Well don’t just stand there” Scott said impatiently, “answer the phone.” Justin slowly walked over to the phone and picked it up.“Hello?” His voiced cracked. He heard steady breathing on the other line. “Hello… HELLO!”
“Just hang up!” Scott insisted, “Its probably Mike and Brian trying to scare us to death.”
“Yeah but there’s just one problem…” Jessica started, “THEY DON’T HAVE THE PHONE NUMBER!!!”
“She’s right; no one has lived here since I was 5. The number can’t be in phone books.” Justin replied.
“Well I’m getting to the bottom of this” Scott called as he ran down the hall and Justin followed closely behind him.
“Don’t leave me here!” Jessica pleaded as she ran after them.
“Its so dark, I cant tell if my eyes are opened or closed!” Justin said as he felt around the walls.
“Just feel around for a door. There should be one to the back yard some where” Scott found what felt like a handle and pulled. A door opened and brought them into another hallway. There was a door on the ceiling that led into an attic. The door was open but the ladder had been pulled away.
“SOME ONE IS IN THE HOUSE!!!” Jessica wailed.
“Well if you don’t keep quiet that some one is going to find us!” Justin angrily shot back.
“We would be out of here already if you two would stop fighting” Scott said as he stepped through the doorway, “Now come help me find a way out.” Justin followed him and as soon as he stepped through the doorway the door shut and trapped Jessica in the hallway laughing in her face. “HELP!” Jessica begged. Justin and Scott both tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.
“Were going to find something to open the door just relax and wait here” Justin assured her as he ran into another room.
“Easy for you to say! Your not the one trapped in the dark all alone here!” Jessica said on the verge of a panic attack.
“Come help me Scott” Justin ordered and Scott left to find him. Jessica sat with her back to the closed door and waited for them to come back. After what seemed like 5 hours, Jessica saw someone slowly slithering towards her.
“Scott?” she questioned the mysterious figure, “Justin?” The figure continued walking straight for her slowly. She closed her eyes and when she reopened them, the figure was gone. She got up and tried to find her own way out. She walked to the beginning of the long hall when she heard the breathing Justin described when he answered the phone. She turned around to see the dark figure standing at the end of the hall. It just stood there staring a hole into Jessica’s head with it beady eyes. Jessica tried to move but she couldn’t; she was paralyzed with fear. The figure started limping over to her. It got closer and closer and then it was standing right in front of her. Before she had a chance to scream she fell into a deep, deep sleep.
“We should go back and try to help Jessica” Justin pestered.
“We cant go back and help her until we find something to open the door” Scott answered, “Do you hear something?” There was a dripping noise coming from the room to their left. The door was shut and there was a light coming from the crack of the door on the floor. Scott opened the door and almost fainted.
“Shut the door!” Justin screamed but Scott didn’t move. Jessica was hanging upside down and her tomato red blood was dripping on the floor. On the wall behind her in big bloody letters it said, “YOUR NEXT”
Justin pulled Scott out of the doorway and slammed the door, “We have to get out NOW! Follow me” Justin ran around the maze of hallways and Scott followed petrified.
“What’s that?” Scott Pointed into the darkness. He felt for the handle and pushed as hard as he could. The door opened and brought them into the back yard. “Were out!” He beamed. Justin ran to the gate and tried to unlatch the lock.
“HELP!” Scott screamed. Justin turned around to see a dark figure walking towards Scott. Justin opened the gate door and yelled for Scott to follow him. Justin ran out of the yard and ran into the driveway. He didn’t look back until he was on the other side of the street. He heard the gate slam and he turned around to ask Scott something but he wasn’t there. He was trapped in the yard. Justin ran down the street but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a torturous scream. Then came the breathing. The same breathing he heard on the phone in the house. He whipped his head around to see the figure limping straight for him, dragging the corpse of Scott in one hand, and a bloody tool in the other.
Justin tried to escape but he wasn’t quick enough for the figure, and he didn’t even have the chance to scream.
“Where were you last night?” Mike asked Brian as they walked up the steps to the house, “I called you as soon as I got home and I kept calling for like 5 hours and you didn’t pick up! I had to tell you something really important.”
“I was …uh….. Busy” Brian mumbled.
“Riiiiight…. And what happened to your foot?” Mike pointed at Brian’s bloody leg, “You’ve been limping all the way here”.
“Why are you asking me so many questions?” Brian yelled full of rage.
“Ok, ok relax! I was just wondering if…..”Mike trailed off as he rushed into the house, “Never mind lets just go get the losers.”
“Lets.” Brian smiled and locked the door behind them.
“Come on you babies!” Brian pleaded as he and Mike pushed Justin, Scott, and Jessica towards the house, “Go in already!”
“Ok, ok we’re going” Scott answered as he cautiously walked up the steps to the abandoned house.
“Aren’t you two coming in with us?” Justin asked Mike and Brian. He opened the door and walked inside, and Scott and Jessica followed.
“Yeah, yeah we’ll be right behind you” Mike smiled and winked at Brian. Mike and Brian walked up the steps and, at the right moment, reached for the opened door and held it shut. “Get the branch over there” Mike ordered Brian. Brian retrieved it and gave it to Mike.
"Ew there is a swarm of ants on that stick! Get me another one." Brian threw the stick on the ground and picked up another one, then handed it to Mike."How is this one servant?" Brian answered sarcastically. "Clean as a whistle" Mike proclaimed.Mike took the stick and stuck it in between the door handles.
“Let us out!” Scott, Justin, and Jessica all screamed in unison as they banged repeatedly on the door.
“So long suckers!” Mike yelled as he and Brian ran away laughing.
“So are we just going to leave them there forever?” Mike asked then stopped running to catch his breath.
“We’ll come back in the morning” Brian answered. “Now hurry up!”
“Well I should have seen that coming” Jessica said to no one in particular. She walked through the dark living room and peered out a window. “It’s getting dark! I’m going to be in so much trouble.” She tried opening the window but it wouldn’t budge. “I was supposed to be home by 7:00. Does any one have the time?”
“It’s um…” Scott mumbled as he reached for his phone in the dark, “It’s 8:45.” “I’m dead” Jessica stated as she took a seat on the floor next to Justin. “Why did we agree to this again?” Jessica asked.
“Yeah, why did we agree to this Scott?” Justin asked.
“I don’t know but instead of blaming me can we please find a way out of here first?” Scott insisted. All of a sudden, BANG! they heard a crash as loud as a gunshot come from down the hall.
“Did you hear that?” Jessica whisper yelled, “Were all going to die!”
“Oh relax” Justin said, “Is any one in here?” he yelled. There was no answer. Jessica walked over to the couch and sat down, and Scott followed her. Out of nowhere the phone on the kitchen wall rang. Jessica fell off the couch.
“No one has lived here for over 10 years! Does this house even have a phone number?” Jessica asked.
“Well don’t just stand there” Scott said impatiently, “answer the phone.” Justin slowly walked over to the phone and picked it up.“Hello?” His voiced cracked. He heard steady breathing on the other line. “Hello… HELLO!”
“Just hang up!” Scott insisted, “Its probably Mike and Brian trying to scare us to death.”
“Yeah but there’s just one problem…” Jessica started, “THEY DON’T HAVE THE PHONE NUMBER!!!”
“She’s right; no one has lived here since I was 5. The number can’t be in phone books.” Justin replied.
“Well I’m getting to the bottom of this” Scott called as he ran down the hall and Justin followed closely behind him.
“Don’t leave me here!” Jessica pleaded as she ran after them.
“Its so dark, I cant tell if my eyes are opened or closed!” Justin said as he felt around the walls.
“Just feel around for a door. There should be one to the back yard some where” Scott found what felt like a handle and pulled. A door opened and brought them into another hallway. There was a door on the ceiling that led into an attic. The door was open but the ladder had been pulled away.
“SOME ONE IS IN THE HOUSE!!!” Jessica wailed.
“Well if you don’t keep quiet that some one is going to find us!” Justin angrily shot back.
“We would be out of here already if you two would stop fighting” Scott said as he stepped through the doorway, “Now come help me find a way out.” Justin followed him and as soon as he stepped through the doorway the door shut and trapped Jessica in the hallway laughing in her face. “HELP!” Jessica begged. Justin and Scott both tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.
“Were going to find something to open the door just relax and wait here” Justin assured her as he ran into another room.
“Easy for you to say! Your not the one trapped in the dark all alone here!” Jessica said on the verge of a panic attack.
“Come help me Scott” Justin ordered and Scott left to find him. Jessica sat with her back to the closed door and waited for them to come back. After what seemed like 5 hours, Jessica saw someone slowly slithering towards her.
“Scott?” she questioned the mysterious figure, “Justin?” The figure continued walking straight for her slowly. She closed her eyes and when she reopened them, the figure was gone. She got up and tried to find her own way out. She walked to the beginning of the long hall when she heard the breathing Justin described when he answered the phone. She turned around to see the dark figure standing at the end of the hall. It just stood there staring a hole into Jessica’s head with it beady eyes. Jessica tried to move but she couldn’t; she was paralyzed with fear. The figure started limping over to her. It got closer and closer and then it was standing right in front of her. Before she had a chance to scream she fell into a deep, deep sleep.
“We should go back and try to help Jessica” Justin pestered.
“We cant go back and help her until we find something to open the door” Scott answered, “Do you hear something?” There was a dripping noise coming from the room to their left. The door was shut and there was a light coming from the crack of the door on the floor. Scott opened the door and almost fainted.
“Shut the door!” Justin screamed but Scott didn’t move. Jessica was hanging upside down and her tomato red blood was dripping on the floor. On the wall behind her in big bloody letters it said, “YOUR NEXT”
Justin pulled Scott out of the doorway and slammed the door, “We have to get out NOW! Follow me” Justin ran around the maze of hallways and Scott followed petrified.
“What’s that?” Scott Pointed into the darkness. He felt for the handle and pushed as hard as he could. The door opened and brought them into the back yard. “Were out!” He beamed. Justin ran to the gate and tried to unlatch the lock.
“HELP!” Scott screamed. Justin turned around to see a dark figure walking towards Scott. Justin opened the gate door and yelled for Scott to follow him. Justin ran out of the yard and ran into the driveway. He didn’t look back until he was on the other side of the street. He heard the gate slam and he turned around to ask Scott something but he wasn’t there. He was trapped in the yard. Justin ran down the street but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a torturous scream. Then came the breathing. The same breathing he heard on the phone in the house. He whipped his head around to see the figure limping straight for him, dragging the corpse of Scott in one hand, and a bloody tool in the other.
Justin tried to escape but he wasn’t quick enough for the figure, and he didn’t even have the chance to scream.
“Where were you last night?” Mike asked Brian as they walked up the steps to the house, “I called you as soon as I got home and I kept calling for like 5 hours and you didn’t pick up! I had to tell you something really important.”
“I was …uh….. Busy” Brian mumbled.
“Riiiiight…. And what happened to your foot?” Mike pointed at Brian’s bloody leg, “You’ve been limping all the way here”.
“Why are you asking me so many questions?” Brian yelled full of rage.
“Ok, ok relax! I was just wondering if…..”Mike trailed off as he rushed into the house, “Never mind lets just go get the losers.”
“Lets.” Brian smiled and locked the door behind them.
“Swamp House”
It was 12 a.m. midnight on Saturday. The year was 2000 and it was a dark night in the swamps of Georgia. Tom and Jack were driving home after going to their friend’s party. Suddenly, a fog comes upon them and the car’s lights start to flash on and off. Boom! The car abruptly falls into the swamp water. “What just happened?” Jack yelled.“Don’t know,” answered Tom. At this point, the car was stuck and both Tom and Jack were stuck in the swamp. They both looked at each other with eyes full of fear. Then Tom nervously asked, “What are we going to do?” “I don’t know, if we get stuck here we can be eaten by alligators.” “We should get the glow sticks from the trunk.” “Yes get them so we can see through this darkness.” “……They are not here Jack.” “Oh yeah they’re in the glove compartment.” “What glove compartment?” “What do you mean, what, how did this happen!” The glove compartment was ripped off and nothing remained. Tom and Jack were lost in the swamp with no protection, no light, and no food. Then out of nowhere they saw a light in the distance. “Hey look Tom there is light over there!” Jack cried out joyfully. The light seemed like light from a lighthouse to them. Jack ran towards the light to find out it was a firefly. Furious Jack grabs the fire fly and kills it in frustration and walks back to Tom sorrowfully. “What are we going to do we can be here for weeks if we don’t move.” Then out of nowhere, winds stronger than a hurricane blow through the swamp and blew the men off their feet. When the wind ceased and the men recovered from their fall they got up miraculously unwounded. Then Tom looked around him and saw a house. He cried out, “Hey Jack look there is a house over there!” They both ran towards the house. Whole observing the house, it seemed to smile at them.
"Think anyone lives there?” Jack asked. “Don’t know maybe if we’re lucky they can help us get out of here.” Tom answered. “Let’s knock before we go in.” “Okay.” Jack knocked on the door and the door opened with an ear splitting creak. The creak was so loud it seemed like it could break all the windows on the house. An old lady steps out of the door slowly. She looked as though she was 120 years old. Her whole body was full of wrinkles and her voice was old and cracked. She looked straight into the men’s eyes, “Yes, what is it?” “Our car has fallen into the swamp water, may we use your telephone to call for help” Tom replied. “Yes.” “Thanks.” Tom started to dial the phone number of one of his friends and all of a sudden the line was disconnected and the phone did not work. Meanwhile, Jack was looking around the dirty house. It very dusty had rats with glowing red eyes, cockroaches, mosquitoes, and many other bugs. They were creepily crawling chaotically throughout the house. “Shoot, the phone doesn’t work,” Tom said with much grief. Then Tom asked, “May we please sleep here for tonight.” “Yes, sleep at this house” the old lady answered. “Thanks for your kindness.” Then Jack grabbed Tom and brought him outside and whispered to him, “The house is full of bugs, rats. I do not trust this lady.” “It’s either stay out here in the cold, have no shelter, and get eaten by alligators, or this old lady’s house” “Okay fine this old lady’s house.” “Well I’m going to hit the sack.” Tom yawned. “Good night.” Jack replied. Both Tom and Jack were getting ready for bed then. Bang, bang! There was banging from up stairs. They glanced at each other and went up stairs and saw and heard nothing. Then they heard banging down stairs. They ran down stairs and saw and heard nothing again. “Where are these sounds coming from?” Jack questioned. “I don’t know,” Tom answered, “However I just thought of something. You go up stairs and I’ll stay here and then we will see who is making the bangs.” They did this and then the worst happens. A screech from nowhere comes upon them. The screech felt like it was going to blow up their ears. This torture lasted for a minute which felt like hours. They thought they would have gone deaf but they didn’t. That was when they realized the house was haunted. Just after the screech ended the both heard the banging. Jack heard it downstairs, Tom heard coming from upstairs. They both cried out, “I hear it. Tom ran upstairs and heard it too. So then he ripped off the boards on the floor and found another floor beneath them. When Tom opened it many bugs and rats came out and started eating both Tom and Jack alive. The tried to get them off but there was too many of them. They were covered from head to toe with the bugs and rats biting them. They ran out of the house screaming. They ran into the swamp never to be seen again. Tom and Jack have never been found. They can be dead or still being eaten alive today. If they are still alive they will be eaten by those bugs and rats to the bone. Some people hope they are still alive but others have accepted the fact, they are dead. Every person who has gone to those swamps and has gone to the old lady’s house has never been seen again.
The End?
It was 12 a.m. midnight on Saturday. The year was 2000 and it was a dark night in the swamps of Georgia. Tom and Jack were driving home after going to their friend’s party. Suddenly, a fog comes upon them and the car’s lights start to flash on and off. Boom! The car abruptly falls into the swamp water. “What just happened?” Jack yelled.“Don’t know,” answered Tom. At this point, the car was stuck and both Tom and Jack were stuck in the swamp. They both looked at each other with eyes full of fear. Then Tom nervously asked, “What are we going to do?” “I don’t know, if we get stuck here we can be eaten by alligators.” “We should get the glow sticks from the trunk.” “Yes get them so we can see through this darkness.” “……They are not here Jack.” “Oh yeah they’re in the glove compartment.” “What glove compartment?” “What do you mean, what, how did this happen!” The glove compartment was ripped off and nothing remained. Tom and Jack were lost in the swamp with no protection, no light, and no food. Then out of nowhere they saw a light in the distance. “Hey look Tom there is light over there!” Jack cried out joyfully. The light seemed like light from a lighthouse to them. Jack ran towards the light to find out it was a firefly. Furious Jack grabs the fire fly and kills it in frustration and walks back to Tom sorrowfully. “What are we going to do we can be here for weeks if we don’t move.” Then out of nowhere, winds stronger than a hurricane blow through the swamp and blew the men off their feet. When the wind ceased and the men recovered from their fall they got up miraculously unwounded. Then Tom looked around him and saw a house. He cried out, “Hey Jack look there is a house over there!” They both ran towards the house. Whole observing the house, it seemed to smile at them.
"Think anyone lives there?” Jack asked. “Don’t know maybe if we’re lucky they can help us get out of here.” Tom answered. “Let’s knock before we go in.” “Okay.” Jack knocked on the door and the door opened with an ear splitting creak. The creak was so loud it seemed like it could break all the windows on the house. An old lady steps out of the door slowly. She looked as though she was 120 years old. Her whole body was full of wrinkles and her voice was old and cracked. She looked straight into the men’s eyes, “Yes, what is it?” “Our car has fallen into the swamp water, may we use your telephone to call for help” Tom replied. “Yes.” “Thanks.” Tom started to dial the phone number of one of his friends and all of a sudden the line was disconnected and the phone did not work. Meanwhile, Jack was looking around the dirty house. It very dusty had rats with glowing red eyes, cockroaches, mosquitoes, and many other bugs. They were creepily crawling chaotically throughout the house. “Shoot, the phone doesn’t work,” Tom said with much grief. Then Tom asked, “May we please sleep here for tonight.” “Yes, sleep at this house” the old lady answered. “Thanks for your kindness.” Then Jack grabbed Tom and brought him outside and whispered to him, “The house is full of bugs, rats. I do not trust this lady.” “It’s either stay out here in the cold, have no shelter, and get eaten by alligators, or this old lady’s house” “Okay fine this old lady’s house.” “Well I’m going to hit the sack.” Tom yawned. “Good night.” Jack replied. Both Tom and Jack were getting ready for bed then. Bang, bang! There was banging from up stairs. They glanced at each other and went up stairs and saw and heard nothing. Then they heard banging down stairs. They ran down stairs and saw and heard nothing again. “Where are these sounds coming from?” Jack questioned. “I don’t know,” Tom answered, “However I just thought of something. You go up stairs and I’ll stay here and then we will see who is making the bangs.” They did this and then the worst happens. A screech from nowhere comes upon them. The screech felt like it was going to blow up their ears. This torture lasted for a minute which felt like hours. They thought they would have gone deaf but they didn’t. That was when they realized the house was haunted. Just after the screech ended the both heard the banging. Jack heard it downstairs, Tom heard coming from upstairs. They both cried out, “I hear it. Tom ran upstairs and heard it too. So then he ripped off the boards on the floor and found another floor beneath them. When Tom opened it many bugs and rats came out and started eating both Tom and Jack alive. The tried to get them off but there was too many of them. They were covered from head to toe with the bugs and rats biting them. They ran out of the house screaming. They ran into the swamp never to be seen again. Tom and Jack have never been found. They can be dead or still being eaten alive today. If they are still alive they will be eaten by those bugs and rats to the bone. Some people hope they are still alive but others have accepted the fact, they are dead. Every person who has gone to those swamps and has gone to the old lady’s house has never been seen again.
The End?
Sunday, November 05, 2006
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