Every neighborhood has one, that strange house lurking at the end of the street. Old, abandoned, run down, mysterious, and the story of how it became unwanted may never be known. Until now.
"Come on, Babe, let's do it!" Said Jake.
"I don't know, it seems to risky! You've heard the stories about that place!" Pleaded Marcy.
Jake was a tall and rather skinny Junior..he attended WashBay High. Jake was Marcy's boyfriend, they had been together for 3 years, a long time, right? Marcy on the other was short and built good. She had perfectly round breasts and her stomach was flat, and her butt was perfect; as in not to big, not to small. In the past years they've been together they had overcome basically everything obstacle, problem, argument, tears, well everything life could throw at them. And this is the story of how they ended it all.
"Come on! It can't hurt anything, the stories are all fake, and you know it!"
Argued Jake.
"Fine, Babe, we can check it out."
Said Marcy in a defeated tone.
They lived on HoneyWood drive, and for the past 50 years they have been a house at the end of the street that everyone was curious about, but to scared to encounter. Legend has it that 50 years ago, a man by the name of Walter Evans came home from work calm and quiet, ate dinner, and then excused himself to the cellar, Mrs. Evans didn't think much to it and continued eating. It was rainy and windy that night, Walter opened the door to the old, run down, and rusty cellar and walked down the creaky steps. He has his tool bench, gardening supplies, etc in the shed. Suddenly a light flickered on in the corner..
"What the?!" Screamed Walter.
"Kill them, kill them all." Said a deep voice.
Walter was astonished, he turned around and began to run..but then he stopped. He turned around and picked up an Ax, and headed towards the door.
~Hey, Guys! Should I continue? I'm not quite sure if I should or not, vote and comment!~ ❤.
