I man was walking down the streets of new york city one night when he started to hear something. 'Help me. Im dying.' Hello? The man said. No answer. 'Help me im dying.' The man followed the noise to a dark abandoned street. Hello? He asks again. No reply. In fact. The whole street went quite.
The same man told the police that very night. They thought he was crazy. But they still went to investigate. They found nothing.
That night one of the police went to his house to go to bed. He never returned to work.
A few hours later the second police man went to his home to go to bed. He never came back.
And soon after that all the police where getting very tired so they went to bed. And never woke back up.
The man went back to see if the person needed help. Even though it was 3:00 in the morning. He sensed that there was something there.
He didn't here anything all night except the sound of cars in the distance.
Help. Im dying. Help. im dying.
The voice kept ringing in his head.
He new what he had to do. He would go in the morning!
The next morning the man got on his clothes, and hat. At least now I can see. He said to himself.
When the man went into the creepy abandon lot he heard the lady. He felt something. It was very cold. It felt like. Someone was by him.
He heard someone whisper in his ear. It sounded weird. Coolamanatagh. The man then knew that something weird was going on. So he got out of there.
He looked up what Coolamanatagh meant. One word popped up. Death.
That night the man could not sleep. So he went downstairs to get some water. Then he was pushed downstairs. He struggled to land on his feet. But failed and landed on his neck. Before he died. He remembered the strange word. And what it meant. Death.
