I didn't like it at all.
They were unorganized and who knows who or what was hiding in the basement.
You know what?! They had a dinosaur.
Yeah. A FUCKING DINOSAUR.
I took the job their to take care of the.. Kids. You know. Normal. The smelly fat guy who was clearly drunk and obese wanted the kids exersized as if they had a demon.
So when I went upstairs to the girl's bedroom, It reeked. It smelled of rotten shit mixed with febreeze. Sure enough, there was a decaying corpse in her closet. I didn't even try. I just stabbed her over and over again. SHE FUCKING LIVED I TELL YOU. I was so confused I just fucking left. I never wanted to return. But sure enough I did. The worse thing was, the boy was the fucking son of a guy I killed years ago. HE FUCKING IS THE DESCENDANT OF MAXWELL. Just.. Agh. It was so confusing. I mean sure, the ginger witch could die. But I never willingly visited the house ever again.
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Little Johnny
Hayran KurguThis is basically the whole Backstory of Jimmy Casket/Johnny Ghost, featuring many soon to come Song Chapters, Short stories, One-shots, And a soon-to-come story.
