MY FRIEND ALLAN (HANDMADE SOLDIER) WROTE THIS STORY WITH ME HEEHEE One day a girl wanted to pass the time by walking to the park. While on her way she came across a mysterious man in an old tattered black cloak. The man called her over smiling with a dark small item in his hand. The girl cautiously approached him; she didn’t know what the man was holding until she was closer to him. She reached out with a shaky hand to accept it. The man gave a grin and vanished into the alley ways. The girl looked at the item and realized it was a shriveled up black head. Not knowing what to do with it she decided to walk back home and think things threw. She studied the object in her hands as she approached her house. Pondering if she should bring it in or leave it outside. The small head looked at her deeply, and then it started to scream like it was scared of her. The girl screamed out and dropped the head, her body shaking. She ran into her house locking the door leaving the mysterious thing outside. Her brother asked if she was alright and she just nodded running upstairs to her room. The screams were so hard that she could hear them in her room, she covered her head with the pillow but they sounded as loud as if it was shrieking to her ear, he got out of her room and asked her brother if he could hear something. Her brother shook his head, telling her that he couldn't hear any screams. The girl insisted that he must hear it for she could hear it from her room but her brother just looked at her strangely and shook his head walking away. The girl couldn't take it any longer; she walked outside and picked up the head once more. She looked at it; she was desperate to find a way to shut that thing up. She started to hit it against the ground, until it crushed. The screams stopped.
Suddenly the head started to melt away and went in the gutter so she shrugged and went back inside thinking she was just hallucinating or dreaming. Once she walked in her house there was a dead silence. She didn't think anything of it so she went upstairs to her room but noticed something different, something very strange about her bed room door. She hesitated to open it her hand shaking once more as she reached out to open it. Nothing, absolutely nothing. She calmed down and sat on her bed. She laid down feeling relieved, but that feeling wasn’t going to last very long. He felt her pillow very wet. She turned her head and she noticed that she was not resting her head on a pillow. She was resting on a strange transparent bag filled with beheaded fetuses. The girl was so frightened her screams didn't even leave her dry quivering lips. She stood up and looked around her as her surroundings changed into a place of dead fetuses everywhere the man in the old tattered black coat standing before her once again grinning with sharp teeth, his eyes hidden. The man kept on saying that she was a murderer, that she killed all of those babies. She was so scared that she couldn't defend herself. The smell was horrible and unbearable. All of a sudden blood rushed into the room flooding it as the man laughed pointing to her saying she will know what he was saying very soon. After the girl blinked she was back in her room. Her body was shaking uncontrollably as she kneeled over crying. She got out of her room, looking for her brother. She went to the living room. There was blood spilled everywhere. Suddenly, the police came in tackling her and getting her into a patrol car. She could only hear that she was the one who killed her sibling. The girl shouted and kicked trying to get out of the grasp of the policemen. In all the commotion she caught a glimpse of the cloaked man smiling at her pointing screaming MURDERER!!! She tried to stop the policemen and point out the cloaked man but they just cuffed her and put her in the back seat. She was asking why she was being taken; she said that she was in her room, doing nothing. Until she went on trial, a crime that she didn't remember was revealed to her. They showed pictures of her brother and had proof of her finger prints of his blood all over the place. She shook her head and said it was not possible and told them what had happened to her. The judge just looked at her weird and told her she was just making up stories to get away with the crime. She was considered a mentally ill person and was sent to a mental asylum. Since then she hasn't stopped screaming, just like that little head she crushed. As for the cloaked man, he awaits for his next victim at the same spot grinning his evil grin waiting for the right person to trick into accepting the shriveled up head.
OomissgigglesoO · Tue Jun 26, 2007 @ 07:14pm · 6 Comments |