The family arranged the funeral quickly and for that week, that's what most of the family was thinking and dreading. Most. Tyson and Syke were thinking of how getting to kill more people. It was a repeat for the next few days. Tyson went into school, killed a few people, and sell the bodies. People started getting suspicious.
By the time that the funeral arrived, there were now 70 heads under the garage's floorboards. So far, they were happy with their progress.
The night was Thursday 29th September, the family drove all the way to Timothy's Funeral place in Kettering. Next to it, there was a hotel. They decided to stay the night so they could eat with Ronald's best friend and go to a curry restaurant.
No one ever expected the crimes Tyson and Syke have done. They just sat there. It was a little awkward, but they did what they had to do.
That night, the 2 shared a bedroom and discussing their plans to get their kill kill count from 70 to at least 80.
The funeral happened. Everyone mildly mourned as everyone knew Ronald was a bit of a jerk. Tyson even giggled a bit.
Syke kicked him to make them seem less suspicious.
Tyson was just waiting for tonight when is innocence, cuteness, purity gets ripped apart and the true Tyson lurks about.
That night, the girls got together and ate biscuits, discussed the memories of Ronald, all mourning. Little did they were next.
Jessica headed to the bathroom. But Victoria and the 15 other girls still remained. A gold mine of opportunities erupted like an overflowing bank of blood.
Tyson stole a pan from the chef's kitchen and was ready to make some blood.
"Hey girls," he suggestively smiled.
Victoria positively responded. "Hey Tyson!"
He locked the doors. The girls watched in terror and curiosity. Tyson was about to strike. He raised his pan and knocked Victoria out. 1 done, 15 to go.
The girls scrambled like a pack of wild geese into a corner. He launched the frying pan like in shot-put and knocked out another one. Blood released everywhere.
Tyson jumped onto the girls like a lion and started beating them with the pan. No escape from him. Soon, he made a pile of dead girls and grinned.
"86, 86, 86!" he laughed viciously. "Now time to convince Syke to get the easiest targest, our family! I don't care and never have. I don't care if I murder my mother or a random stranger. I will get my way."
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Human harvester
HorrorA story about revenge and a whole lot of gore and murder. Who will come out on top? Find out.
