~Hey guys this is my first story on here. It is a horror/humor but I will try to write as many different genres as I can! This story will be a bit graphic, so be prepared for blood...~
I woke up to the sound of something hitting my window. I walked over to realize that the biggest jackass that I know was throwing pebbles at my window. That idiot also put a hole in the window!
I opened the window and screamed "IT'S 2:00 A.M. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!?!"
His response came as "Thomas, don't ask now! Just get down here, we need to talk!"
So I decided to tend to his command. I threw on a jacket and a heavier pair of pants since it was almost the end of fall. I headed out the door and into my front yard where I found my "friend" Michael waiting.
"What are you doin' out here? It's freezin'!!" he joked.
I responded, "Don't be talkin' like that when you're the one who put a freakin' hole in my window punk! Now what could you possibly want at 2:00 in the mornin'?"
"I know I've kinda been a jerk to you and I wanted to sincerely apologize for everything because I need your help Tom. Just this one time. Please! You have GOT to help!!" he said grabbing my shoulders with a nervous tone in his deep voice.
"What is it?" I asked confused.
Then what happened next was the most shocking. He stopped and red blood came oozing from his mouth.
YOU ARE READING
Thomas and the Deceased
TerrorThomas and his friends are in trouble. A sickening problem has aroused. A virus is going around that seems to be uncureable that causes the dead to come back. The fate of the world is in the hands of Thomas and his friends. Will they survive?
