The Fall of the Cheeseman..

Dear whomever reads this,

If your looking for a good story, with good plot and characters, I advise that you find another story.. Since this story is just a tad bit strange, and way out there.. :P But yeah, if you read this, it'll probably be a waste of your time.

-CookieMonster5110

It was a dark and stormy night, and little Patricia Reese was sleeping soundly on her bed, without a care in the world...

There was a flash of lightning, a boom of thunder, and all of a sudden the window exploded and was blown right off the hinges. Bawk, bawk, BAWK! A swarm of chickens ran straight through the window, making a whirlwind of feathers in Patricia's room. Wow, this is one strange dream I'm having thought Patricia. And as if God decided to make this any more stranger, a sparkly, pink, unicorn dropped from the ceiling and landed on her bed.

Soon, there was an overpowering smell of rotten eggs and stinky cheese. No way.. Could the Stinky Cheeseman really be here in my dreams? O.O Maybe I should stop eating icecream before I go to sleep.. 

"GO, GO, GO!! No, not that way, towards the window you idiot of a servant!!" screeched the Cheeseman.

I'm just going to pinch myself now to make sure this is a dream..

"Ow!"

Okay, not the smartest idea, that kinda hurt.

The Stinky Cheeseman jumped through the window and started talking to Patricia.

"You! Come here, girly, girly, girly, come to Papa! You don't need to bring anything, just come to Papa, Actually, second thought, you don't mind if I borrow your oven, some utensils, and flavouring, do you?"

He can't be real, can he? ...

"Aww, are you a mute? That's too bad, I actually kinda enjoy hearing my victim's cries for help before I eat them." said the Cheeseman.

Patricia's eyes widened.

"Oopsie-daisy, I didn't just say that, did I?" said the Cheeseman mockingly.

"Okay, obviously he's some sort of pyscho maniac, that secretly watches the carebears, while praying to the god of stinky goats.. But, I need to find a way out before he cooks me alive for dinner!" Patricia whispered to herself.

The Stinky Cheeseman slowly inched towards Patricia, waiting for the perfect opportunity to grab her. But then, Patricia, that clever girl, dashed out the broken window and ran into the raging storm outside.

"HOW DARE YOU! YOU CANNOT RUN FROM ME GIRL! RUN, RUN, FAST AS YOU CAN! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FROM ME! I'M THE STINKY CHEESEMAN!" He roared.

As Patricia heard the Stinky Cheeseman's little ryhme, she felt a deep fear settle in the pit of her stomache.

Crap, crap, crap! Oh no! Maybe I should've offered him my little brother to eat...

"I WILL FIND YOU WHEREVER YOU GO! NO ONE ESCAPES FROM ME! UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN GIRLY!" said the Cheeseman, his voiced laced with venom.

Yup, definitely should've given him my brother.

The rain stinging her face, Patricia ran head on against the rain until she arrived in a litte town called Sumerville, her limbs burning with exhaustion she collasped right next to the "Welcome to Sumerville" sign, and blacked out.