Jeff the Killer Part 2: Difference between revisions

"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.

 

 

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."

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