After those three died, the house grew significantly quieter. Remaining were Jessica, Tyson, Syke, and Grandpa Jordan. While peaceful, it also felt somewhat lonely. Syke and Tyson usually hung out in their bedrooms, discussing their next plan of action, while Grandpa Jordan and Jessica spent their time in the living room playing checkers or chess. During meal times, silence prevailed. Was it due to the lingering tension, or was it a result of grief? No one knew for certain. However, it was clear that things had changed. The atmosphere was now more somber, and a sense of emptiness pervaded the space.
Tyson and Syke made a decision: their final eleven victims would fall on Friday, October 14th. With determination, they believed they would achieve their goals, but they had to bide their time until October 31st.
It was 5PM, October 14th. Tyson and Syke were sitting on the window, ready to spread their little demon wings and send Hell on Earth. They swung out of the room into the glistening, dark night.
They swung from housetop to housetop like Santa and his reindeers, but instead of Santa, it's a murderer and his hound.
They smashed into a house, and grabbed some wood from the fireplace, trapping a couple in their kitchen, setting the house on fire, suffocating them. The beagle ran downstairs and barked at Tyson and Syke. To help with that, Tyson shoved another piece of wood down the dog's throat. His organs were set on fire, killing him.
91! Tyson recklessly drove a car into a shop. 94.
Tyson felt excitement from his whole body. 6 left and they completed their goal. He spilled beer on a pub's floor. 5 done. 1 left.
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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.