Please at least try to get through the whole thing. I typed it up to match the paper we wrote on, so expect strange punctuation and spellingz. Its also really bad. Have I mentioned that yet?
This story will most likely make absolutely no sense, so theres an extra chapter with an explanation.
Also, I just realized that the title of this story is a pun: Its Unfortunate this story ever existed! Hahahahaa, best pun EVER!
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FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH, FRAT HOUSE, 45 B.C.
Keesha stumbles around in the darkness. Searching for a lightswitch, she tripped over something that didn't seem... normal. She struggled to her feet, (*curse this dress*), and flicked the lever to turn on. The light flashed to life, filling the room with it's glow. There stood a hooded figure, who reached up and pulled the hood down.
"Geoffrey?" She whispered.
"Of course, little one. I'm here to, lets say, take you home," The serial killer mumbled into her ear.
"Who are you?," she asked, puzzled, "You're not Geoffrey..."
"Of course I am... not! Your 'Geoffrey' is long gone, my friend!" He yelled maliciously.
"What did you have at dinner?," She asked, "Quit messing around, come on."
"Geoffrey is dead," The man said simply.
"No you're not!," she protested.
He ignored her and went on, "Now it's your turn!"
The man wearing Geoffrey's skin walked up to her, and without knowing how, she fell to the ground and passed on.
Apparently.
Keesha stood up and looked around, everything looked different now.
"It doesn't matter," She whispered to herself, "The time has come to finish what we started."
She walked to the top of the stairs in the old Frat house and waited for Fiddy Cent to leave his room
"Hey Keesha," FIddy Cent said as he came out of the room.
"Hello Fiddy Cent!" She smiled, then shoved fiddy Cent down the stairs.
With a shock, Keesha snapped back to her senses and stared after Fiddy Cent in horror.
"What have I done?" She asked herself.
Keesha ran down the stairs and froze, staring at Fiddy's limp body. She sank to her knees and started sobbing, but was again posessed [by the serial killer] so she could continue to kill the others in the house. One by one, everyone died Then the spirit left her undead body and she once again was left alone.
So she dug herself a grave next to Fiddy Cent's, lined with white lilies, and lied there, undead, for all eternity.
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If you actually made it here, I applaud you. I couldn't get through writing the story without laughing after every sentence, it was so ridiculous. I apologize for making you suffer through this... OH SCREW THE PRETTY TALK! This story is a pile of crap, so sorry about making you read it. Its really bad... but I didn't write most of it, so thats okay! The explanation is in the next chapter since it would be hard to explain here.
This is Flaming_Rose, *reluctantly* signing out.
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