So, our library has a competition every year where you write a scary story. I decided to join this year because our literacy teacher was going to give us extra credit it we did. So, this is the final product:
Tamara was a simple person with a simple goal,
Which she wanted to achieve with her heart and soul.
So she continued to write her book,
All of the sudden, her table shook.
The typewriter started to write a list,
It showed numbers and letters, what is this?
It appeared to show some addresses,
So Tamara searched for a map.
She couldn’t find where any address is,
The typewriter continued to tap.
There were 10 addresses in total,
She couldn’t find any of them and thought ‘hold on’
She brushed it off stated vocal:
“Where can I get those books sold on?”
Some time later maybe 10 years,
All of the sudden she remembered her fears.
She looked up all of the addresses again,
They all existed, all 10.
She decided to visit one of them,
When she came, she saw a group of men.
Other than the men, she saw a hearse,
When she saw it, her fears became worse.
“What are you doing there!” the driver said
“The owner there is already dead.”
“What happened?” she asked, scared to know,
“Someone decided it’s time for them to go”
The driver looked solem, yet mildly amused,
“There’s been multiple cases all over the news”
Tamara looked at the houses again,
She felt an urge and left the men.
Tahana checked where she sold her books,
None of them went to those old nooks.
She looked at the orders and where they went,
She only sold 20, way back then.
The books didn’t cost much, less than she dreamt.
She didn’t know why she felt the urge,
But through the orders, the addresses she purged.
Trying to understand her old typewriter,
When she came across an old crime writer.
She went to a house where no one had died,
She really hoped that no one would mind.
When someone came to answer the door,
She saw blood, and someone yelled “Score!”
When running home, it was close behind
When she typed her story, she didn’t know that she signed,
A contract that had simply stated:
‘If you’re gonna write, love what you created.’
The ghost came up to Tamara irate,
Tamara started to debate:
Should she stay or should she wait?
Was this really her fate?
The ghosts’ eyes were filled with hate.
‘I suppose my life was pretty great.’
Tamara thought with a solemn expression,
But on her mind there was still a question,
‘What does the ghost want?’
So, with all the courage that she got,
She was about to ask her question,
But, suddenly there was an intervention.
Tamara suddenly blacked out,
Witnesses didn’t know what this was about,
All that was known was that she looked behind herself in fear,
After leaving a house that was quite near.
She collapsed and soon after died,
While her eyes were opened wide.
YOU ARE READING
Random Stuff.
De TodoTitle says all (But it might as well just be an art book, because of all of the art dumps that I have in there.)
