Post by guycoolspore2 on Nov 12, 2011 0:35:00 GMT -5
Alright, so let me get a drink of water, my throat is dry...
*one gulp later*
It was around 10:00 pm in a bad neighborhood whenever 2 men playing poker saw the door fly open, a man in a trench coat walking in.
The sound of police siren's are heard out of the window, and I'm hovering above them, in 3rd person view.
The man in the trench coat knew more about the house than he probably should have, and demanded that he get hidden from the police. Whenever he did, though, a woman, maybe 28 years of age walked in, and seeing the man, backed up to one of the men at the table.
You suddenly heard the police yelling to open up, and everything went blurry for a second as the man in the trench coat brought out a revolver and shot the woman, proving that if they didn't help him, thered be consequences. The man who owned the house opened up the basement trapdoor, and gestured him in.
As he gestured the man in, he locked it behind him and held up a lit candle, leading down further and further. I think it was actually 30 minutes until they reached the actual basement, but the owner of the house seemed confused, and looked around as if scared.
The man in the trench coat couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man had tricked him, he just wanted the criminal to be caught! I actually heard him thinking, but none of it is exactly kid friendly, so I'm not gonna repeat it. As the man in the trench coat lifted his gun to fire, all the lights went out, even the candle, and I could hear chains rattling and a voice that reminded me of smeagle, but a bit deeper and sounded like whatever it was starved for years and years afterwards.
You heard strange wind (considering they were hundreds of feet below the surface) and the lights turned dimly on, the candle a greenish flame, and revealed what was speaking, a one-eyed old man, with lots of scars along his body, and a bit of a beard, though he was completely bald on his head. The chains rattled, and the lights went out again.
Next was horrible screaming, and when the lights came back on, the old man had disappeared, and where the man in the trench coat lay dead, one of his eyes had been popped out, and a final glance at the chain rattler showed one green eye, one blue, and a horrible laugh, which is when I woke up.
*one gulp later*
It was around 10:00 pm in a bad neighborhood whenever 2 men playing poker saw the door fly open, a man in a trench coat walking in.
The sound of police siren's are heard out of the window, and I'm hovering above them, in 3rd person view.
The man in the trench coat knew more about the house than he probably should have, and demanded that he get hidden from the police. Whenever he did, though, a woman, maybe 28 years of age walked in, and seeing the man, backed up to one of the men at the table.
You suddenly heard the police yelling to open up, and everything went blurry for a second as the man in the trench coat brought out a revolver and shot the woman, proving that if they didn't help him, thered be consequences. The man who owned the house opened up the basement trapdoor, and gestured him in.
As he gestured the man in, he locked it behind him and held up a lit candle, leading down further and further. I think it was actually 30 minutes until they reached the actual basement, but the owner of the house seemed confused, and looked around as if scared.
The man in the trench coat couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man had tricked him, he just wanted the criminal to be caught! I actually heard him thinking, but none of it is exactly kid friendly, so I'm not gonna repeat it. As the man in the trench coat lifted his gun to fire, all the lights went out, even the candle, and I could hear chains rattling and a voice that reminded me of smeagle, but a bit deeper and sounded like whatever it was starved for years and years afterwards.
You heard strange wind (considering they were hundreds of feet below the surface) and the lights turned dimly on, the candle a greenish flame, and revealed what was speaking, a one-eyed old man, with lots of scars along his body, and a bit of a beard, though he was completely bald on his head. The chains rattled, and the lights went out again.
Next was horrible screaming, and when the lights came back on, the old man had disappeared, and where the man in the trench coat lay dead, one of his eyes had been popped out, and a final glance at the chain rattler showed one green eye, one blue, and a horrible laugh, which is when I woke up.