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Line 1: "So Dan, where is it we're going exactly?" said Sandra, as she, Dan, and Bill zoomed by in Dan's old Pontiac." Sorry Sandra can't tell ya, but when we get there you'll be thanking me." said Dan. So they drove on for a couple more miles. Finally they arrived at an old abandoned warehouse." Ok Dan," said Bill, as the three got out of the car," Why you bring us to this shit hole?" Dan stood and closed his door." The reason is because this place right here, is haunted." Sandra and Bill both looked at each other. Dan, sensing their disbelief, said," No, really. There are all sorts of stories about this place. Here, I'll tell you guys one." "Oh goody," said Sandra." Okay, it all started a year or so ago. Some kids were using this place as a sort of hang out or something. So, one day the kids heard a noise come from the back of the warehouse, said it was a... crashing sound. Yeah, like something fell over or something." Sandra said," Uh yeah, that doesn't mean its haunted, could just mean a rat knocked over a paint bucket or something." Dan still didn't listen and continued on." So, they sen't one of the kids to go check it out right. Well, after a couple of minutes the kid doesn't come back. Line 22 ⟶ 23: So they spend time talking and randomly switching grates. Soon though, it seems like Dan is never coming back." Bill, how long has it been?" said Sandra." Bill looks at his watch. " An... an hour! What the hell Dan!" he yells into the expanse of warehouse." Thats it, I'm sick of this. I am going to go look for him. You comin' Sandra?" he asks. Sandra shakes her head and says," Nah, I know Dan. He always plays jokes like this on people. You go, and I bet you he's ready to scary the shit out of you." But Bill doesn't care. He just wants to get the hell out of here. So Sandra just sits there and occupies her time by humming, or picking under her nails.... you know miscellaneous crap like that. So after a couple minutes or so she's humming to a tune she was listening to the other day when she sees a figure cross behind a crate." Dan, over here!" She yells. The figure doesn't appear." Hey Dan!" she yells once again. Still no response. Sandra grunted and got up. " Dan, if this is a joke where you pop out at me then you can kiss your ass good bye." she says. She walks for a while until she arrives at what she thinks is the middle of the warehouse." Dan, where are you?" she asks to the nothingness in front of her. She looks through the area until she sees a figure standing in the shadow of a huge grate." Dan, there you are. Come on lets go find Bill and get out of here," she says. The figure stands there, motionless." Come on Dan, ~~there’s~~there's no such things as ghosts, I don't even no why we came here." The figure slowly comes forward." I believe you," he says, but.. not in Dan's voice. As he emerges and sees the killer's face she steps back in terror." Oh my god," she says." I do believe you," the figure continues," There are no ghosts, those are fake terrors, imaginary, thought up by those who mistake them for real terrors. Now think of real terrors, like me. You can see me, touch me, hear the words I speak now. And now, I will unleash some terror on you." The figure slowly pulls out ak nife. Sandra turns and runs but is tackled by the killer. He pulls the knife and lunges it down ward. Bill is at the front of the warehouse, looking for the basement Dan was talking about, when he hears a loud shriek come from far behind him." Sandra!" he yells and runs back to her. When he arrives he sees her, sprawled on the ground. Extruding from her back is a knife, embedded in it the color red from what could only be hundreds of kills. Bill slowly walks over to her, then falls to her side." Oh Sandra," he says as tears start to stream down his face." You know," said a voice from behind him," the other one is dead too." Bill looks back and sees a... well, he doesn't know what the hell it is. Some demented person is his best guess." Oh, don't worry. You'll soon be with them." Bill turns and pulls the knife from Sandra." You .. did this. You bastard, I'LL KILL YOU!" He yells out as he rushes the man. The man ducks as he swipes at him, grabs his hand twists it until a sharp cracking sound eliminates from it. Bill lets out a wail of pain and and drops the knife. The man elbows him in the stomach and throws him to the ground as he retrieves the knife." My poor diluted minded friend. Can't you see, you should be happy. I'm ending all the suffering the world might bring you." Bill jolts up in an attempt to tackle him, but he just slashes his arm and knocks Bill back to the ground." Away from those who deceive you, who.. think that just because you have a different look...and mind set than others then you should be locked up." Bill springs up at him as he kicjks him down, laying his foot on Bill's chest." All the people who think, oh your face is different, and you have these so called "torturous fantasies" then you should be put in the psycho place!" Bill kicks the man in the nuts, and it return he lands a fair kick in Bill's face." No, I'll never be locked away, never imprisoned. I'll live my life out here, fulfilling my "fantasies" of sorts." He leans down and stabs the knife into Bill's heart." Now," says the killer, losing his angry tone and turning it into one of pure frightening agony. "Go to sleep." [[Category:Jeff the Killer]]▼ {{uploaded\|July 1, 2012}} [[Category:Deletion Log Refugees]] [[Category:Bad Creepypasta]] ▲[[Category:Jeff the Killer]] [[Category:DIALOGUE!]] [[Category:English Class Failure]] [[Category:~~Bad~~Old ~~Creepypasta~~Shit]] {{Comments}}