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The Book Of Scary Stories


  Ruth grabbed his wrist; "leave them alone!"
He ignored her and yanked his hand free from her grip and made his way inside, grinning as he heard the trios voices from up the stairs then they died down. "I'll find you punks one way or another!"
   "I haven't forgotten what you punks did!" Tommy's mouth was scowled into a aggressive, toothful frown.
  Ruth knew she had to do this; she had to get in front of Tommy -and she did.
   "Get out of my way, Ruth."
"Tommy! Are you insane? You're seriously gonna Murder them over eggs and TP?" She yelled, glaring at him to mimic his own glare.
   "Get out of the way, Ruth." He repeated, voice deep in anger, gritty through his teeth.
      "They're not in there tommy! Stop being insane!"
  Tommy furiously shook his head; "Wetback's car is here!" He said; voice shaking with rage.

"You need to calm down!" Ruth said.

"Move." Tommy growled, lifting his bat and letting it lean heavily on his shoulder.

"No." Ruth said quickly.

"Hm," he grunted, moving his bat off his shoulder and letting the head of it rest on the floorboards.
"What the fuck did you say?"

"I said no," Ruth said. "I said I'm not moving." She started defiantly. "And th-"

"SMACK!"

The teens all flinched as they heard the bat.

Tommy slammed the head of his bat against the floorboards, and the crash echoed out of the house.
"Move, this is your Last warning," he said swiftly but quickly.
"What did I say tommy?" Ruth mocked, looking up at her date with piercing eyes. "This is my last warning too, Tommy."

"If you don't move, I'll fucking hit you with my bat!" he growled.
Ruth scoffed at that; "you wouldn't hit me Tommy." She said, with confidence.
Tommy let out a frustrated sigh as he dropped his bat. "Fine, Fine, fine. We'll leave,"
He angrily picked his wooden bat back up and held Ruth's hand and together the two left The Bellows House; "well can't I at least fuck up his car?"
He asked; with puppy eyes.
"Tommy, that's wrong!" She said; louder then before. "But it's my birthday!! My 18th can't we do something illegal please? Oh come on!!!,"
Ruth looked at the house and back at the 63 Rambler Ambassador, "fine, but make it quick!"
"Jackpot!" He yelled!
"Oh I'm so regretting this entire evening." Ruth said to herself as tommy ran over towards the black Rambler; with the biggest grin.
He smashed the windshield, slashed the tires, and wrenched as many cables out of the engine block as he could hold. He then broke open the trunk, hoping for something he could steal off the greaser but all he found was a can of spray paint instead.
He chuckled as he wrote the word Wet on the rambler's hood and the word Back on it's burgled trunk. Tommy stood back and snickered, "Ha! ha! ha!" He snickered. As he points at his work.
"Look!!" He said, chuckling.
Ruth rolled her eyes, "very funny, now let's go,"
Tommy snickers one last time before they both left The Bellows House; Tommy chuckled as he starts the engine; "Now I'll let bygones be bygones."

-The Bellows House-

"Oh thank god he's gone," chuck sighed.
Ramón looked over his shoulder and saw stella had a book in her hand; "what's that?" He asked.
"I can't believe it. It's her book of scary stories."
"Woah, what a minute, she had a book?" Chuck said; voice slightly shaking as he still looked for any signs of Milner. "Who's the chicken now? Chicken." Auggie whispered.
"Well, Kids died hearing these stories, Okay? Let's
Put it back where you found it, and let's just get out of here now." Chuck said; voice trembling.
Stella shrugs and she put the book back on the shelf. "Gosh Chuckie, you should probably change your underwear when you get home?"
"Oh shut it!" Chuck warned; still nervous.
Stella waited until the three boys were out before she quickly took The Bellows Book and propped it open and stared at the book with excitement.
"Sarah Bellows, tell me a story. Tell me a story. Sarah Bellows, tell me a story." She whispered.
"Stella!" Chuck called from outside!
"Coming!" Stella shouted back as she put the book back on the shelf and left  The Bellows House.


To Be Continued............

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