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What the... Creeeak
I was striding calmly around my neighborhood. It was three am. i went to get some drink, as i was walking i heard laughter. At first i thought it would be some drunk. It came closer and closer. I ran away. when i came back my stomach sank. It was really dark and gloomy. But the thing that shocked me was the trail of crimson. it covered the street. "What the" i said . But i was interrupted by the creak of rusty hinges. I touched this liquid, licked it, then spat it. It tasted like rusty metal. It was blood!
mmm the lunatic the lunatic he's back !
The trail ended in an old house. I followed the trail. It ended upstairs. I entered the room that the trail ended at. I realized something. The house was for a past murderer that escaped Alcatraz .
"No" i said "It can't be the "Smiling Murderer" as i walked in the room i was petrified. Some music was playing. It was calm mysterious music. A bed was lying in the room. I pulled of the sheets. They were very wet and spongy. A corpse lay there with a smile on it's face. A knife still stuck in his fat belly.
I rushed out to find Micheal Menendez the Smiling Murderer. He was sitting on the floor.Humming.Smiling and chanting. He looked up at me."Hello new friend"he sat up and laughed maniacally. I pushed him aside and ran.As i ran and ran i kept on bumping into things.
My stamina isn't that strong so i walked away in a fast manner. I was 700 meters away. i stopped and looked backwards. As i looked forwards i saw him a block away. He told me "Don't run friend". I stumbled over a rock.'' I would really like to know you''he said. i scrambled to my feet as i heard him say ''He pulled something from his sack.
"say hi please." aaah "i screamed. It was horrific. It was a head with a smile on its face. I felt pain in my stomach. it was a knife. "My brother has been killed with a stab to the belly" the cops answered "We are sorry to tell you this""What"i said as they opened the body bag."No it can't be him"i said as they showed me the smiling corpse. "It can't be him." The cops ended the conversation by saying "Smiley is back"
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