The End Is Nigh: The Fifteen Part Epic Horror Story

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Uploader's note: The story was never finished. It remained in this state for several months until it was deleted in January 2012

Chapter 1

"Wake Up..." A sharp pain shot through Andrews head causing his blood to pump loudly in his hears. He was confused. Why he had awoken at such an early time? In front of his eyes his blinking alarm clock chanted "3:00" at him in rhythm with his throbbing head. It was the witching hour. Scratch... Andrew froze. What was he about to face? He rose and grasped for his baseball bat from the corner of the room and walked slowly toward the door. The old wooden floors creaked making Andrew pause. He grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open. His orange tabby cat sprang into action and scared the bajesus out of him. "God, Rorry, you scared me half to death. What is it? Are you hungry boy?". The cat meowed an answer to his question and led him out into the kitchen. Andrew could see a figure sitting at the kitchen table, he had barely noticed him out of the corner of his eye. The boy turned around and saw a man in a hood and cloak. It was dark so he couldn't see his face. With all the courage in his body Andrew uttered a soft "Hello?" and hoped he wouldn't be hurt. "Andrew Callahan?" the voice seemed to... tick. As if with every syllable a clock somewhere within was counting down. "How do you know my name?" Andrew replied scared half to death. "I know alot of things Mr. Callahan. Your fate is to be decided. I am here to protect you from him," said the main in the hood. "Sir, I don't... wait, him? Who are you talking about...?" Shaking now, Andrew rose the bat up gripping it tightly like Babe Ruth. "I wouldn't try anything funny Mr. Callahan. For your own safety that is. You will meet him later; now we must start our journey," a pause, then: "I know this is a lot to take in Mr. Callahan but you are one of the direct descendants of a great Demon hunter name Lars Callahan... I helped him on his way several hundred years ago but that... that is a story for another time," The figure pauses, Andrew hears the faint whisper of a sigh. "Now we must go." The man stood up and grabbed what looked like a scythe. When he looked toward Andrew the moonlight from outside shown upon his face to reveal a skull with fiery red pupils. Wings grew from this... 'things' back. He grasped Andrews arm and helped him out the door into the night.



Credited to Blakhart676
Originally uploaded on September 21, 2011

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