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Tell A Spooky Story! - antisocial1 - 10-15-2005
Quote:He rushed to George\'s, his son, room. He swipped at the light swich only to reveal nothing wrong. The silence was deafning. "I\'m insane, I\'m insane..." John muttered. He checked his daughter. She was fine too. John blacked out.((omg...well, you people can definately think up more gruesome things than I can. I\'ll just sit back and wait for a couple more posts before adding on again, lol))
Meanwhile, in Queens, NY, John\'s father was cleaning up for the night at his butcher shop. He was putting the cleaver away when there was a loud sound outside. The noise gave him a start and he dropped his cleaver right next to his foot. "Jesus!" he yelled. "Wow! I\'m lucky today." He laughed in his gruff voice and turned to leave. What he didn\'t noticed was that one of the meat packages was leaking. He slipped on the blood and gripped the automatic meat and cheese slicer for support as he left knee cracked under his weight exposing bone. As he tried to pull himself up he hit the "on" switch. Instantly his shirt was dragged into the machine. Screaming to a deaf audience, he was left to peer at himself in the store\'s mirror, watching his face being sliced off millimeter by millimeter like cheese...
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Tell A Spooky Story! - ChainGrave - 10-15-2005
John awoke, he was covered in a cold, clammy sweat, he sat up and cricked his neck as he swung it both left then right.
"What the...", his children were gone, how long he\'d been out, he didnt know, but it was long enough for someone or something to steal his children away, he gazed at the window, the darkness was intimidating, he tried to get up , but his leg awoke and groaned in protest, with the worrying sound of grating bone and the smell of rotting flesh his leg collapsed underneath him, he blindly grappled for the bed post and managed to stop his bodyweight from causing more harm than he had already.
he heaved himself up, and staggered to the hallway where he could smell his wifes putrifying flesh and hear the incoherant drone of the fly\'s.
somehow he managed to get to the kitchen, opening an oak drawer he searched for something that would help with his leg, anti-bacterial maybe?.That was when it happened again his head felt like lead, his brain, his very trail of thought went blank and he tumbled forwards cracking his chin on the table as he did so, by the time he hit the floor he was already in darkness.
Tell A Spooky Story! - adam - 10-15-2005
Quote:He rushed to George\'s, his son, room. He swipped at the light swich only to reveal nothing wrong. The silence was deafning. "I\'m insane, I\'m insane..." John muttered. He checked his daughter. She was fine too. John blacked out.The next morning, there was a knock at the glass door.. It was <span style=\'font-size:14pt;line-height:100%\'>John Senior\'s</span> helper, the local retard, Sam. He helped John with little odds and ends in exchange for a little bit of pay and all the meat he could take home.
Meanwhile, in Queens, NY, John\'s father was cleaning up for the night at his butcher shop. He was putting the cleaver away when there was a loud sound outside. The noise gave him a start and he dropped his cleaver right next to his foot. "Jesus!" he yelled. "Wow! I\'m lucky today." He laughed in his gruff voice and turned to leave. What he didn\'t noticed was that one of the meat packages was leaking. He slipped on the blood and gripped the automatic meat and cheese slicer for support as he left knee cracked under his weight exposing bone. As he tried to pull himself up he hit the "on" switch. Instantly his shirt was dragged into the machine. Screaming to a deaf audience, he was left to peer at himself in the store\'s mirror, watching his face being sliced off millimeter by millimeter like cheese...
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"John, awe yuu dare?"
-- No response --
He unlocked the door and came in, helping himself to looking around.
"I wonduh why his cwothes awe aww ovuh de fwoor.. ?"
Scratching his head and trying his best to make sense of the situation, Sam decided he was going to gather up all the sliced meat he found on the table. He wondered why it was so bloody, as the meat was for the most part drained of blood normally. Ah well, it didn\'t matter to him. If John is taking off the day, why not take some of the what looked like, left overs? He got all the meat together, placed it on the usual styrofoam tray, wrapped it in celophane and set it to the side. He then cleaned up all the bone fragments and slivers and cleaned the top of the counter and floor. He knew John would appreciate it when he came back.
It was strange that John didn\'t show up that day, or the next day, or the day after that, but one thing was for sure: Sam and his family had some great hamburgers that night.
Tell A Spooky Story! - coreyfeldman - 10-15-2005
LOL, they were good.
Tell A Spooky Story! - antisocial1 - 10-15-2005
Quote:LOL, they were good.I think we got a bit lost somewhere though. It was John\'s father who was sliced up, not John...I think... I\'ll have to reread that part, lol.
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*reads*
Yeah. John is still blacked out in the kitched. Maybe john\'s father\'s name can be john too?
Tell A Spooky Story! - ChainGrave - 10-15-2005
Still works though.
Tell A Spooky Story! - antisocial1 - 10-15-2005
Quote:Still works though.Lol. oh well. That was fun.
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You guys should do more things like that! Definately be interesting reading for those who don\'t participate!
Tell A Spooky Story! - adam - 10-15-2005
Quote:I think we got a bit lost somewhere though. It was John\'s father who was sliced up, not John...I think... I\'ll have to reread that part, lol.maybe his dad is John senior? :lol: My bad.. I\'ll edit my post.
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Yeah. John is still blacked out in the kitched. Maybe john\'s father\'s name can be john too?
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Tell A Spooky Story! - antisocial1 - 10-15-2005
Quote:The next morning, there was a knock at the glass door.. It was <span style=\'font-size:14pt;line-height:100%\'>John Senior\'s</span> helper, the local retard, Sam. He helped John with little odds and ends in exchange for a little bit of pay and all the meat he could take home.lmfao. Much better! I just couldn\'t help but say anything...lol. Shall we continue the story?
"John, awe yuu dare?"
-- No response --
He unlocked the door and came in, helping himself to looking around.
"I wonduh why his cwothes awe aww ovuh de fwoor.. ?"
Scratching his head and trying his best to make sense of the situation, Sam decided he was going to gather up all the sliced meat he found on the table. He wondered why it was so bloody, as the meat was for the most part drained of blood normally. Ah well, it didn\'t matter to him. If John is taking off the day, why not take some of the what looked like, left overs? He got all the meat together, placed it on the usual styrofoam tray, wrapped it in celophane and set it to the side. He then cleaned up all the bone fragments and slivers and cleaned the top of the counter and floor. He knew John would appreciate it when he came back.
It was strange that John didn\'t show up that day, or the next day, or the day after that, but one thing was for sure: Sam and his family had some great hamburgers that night.
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John woke up in his kitchen, the first light of dawn filtering in through the curtains in the window. His body was so stiff and sore he had quite a bit of difficulty getting up. He reached a hand up and gripped onto the edge of the tile counter. Very slowly, and agonizingly, John pulled himself up. At least with the daylight, came more comfort. He looked down at his leg, hoping that he had dreamed last night\'s occurrences, but there was the blood and bone, just as he remembered it looking last night, though more swollen. He looked around him, wondering what to do with his leg. He opened a drawer and pulled out some clean dishwashing cloths, and made his way slowly to the back porch, where he knew there were some smaller pieces of plywood he could make a make-shift splint with. He thought of calling the hospital, or calling a friend for a ride, but he feared they would think it was him that had killed his wife - just out of sheer paranoia. He hobbled to the phone and picked it up.
\'At least there is a dial tone...\' he thought to himself.
He dialed his fathers phone number. There was no answer at home, which his father ran his butcher shop out of on the first floor.
"Damn!"
He slammed the phone down with frustration, not knowing what to do. He didn\'t want to go back to any of the bedrooms, knowing for sure that his wife\'s dead body would be there in his bed and that his children would be gone, as they had been last night.
John had to do something. He grabbed his car keys off the small table near the door and made his way outside to the car. He had to go somewhere. Anywhere but here.
Tell A Spooky Story! - Jason Fan - 10-16-2005
After driving down interstate 666 for 10 miles John JR.\'s car ran out of gas. He could only fill it up halfway considering the high prices. Alone and afraid, John JR. cryed. It was all that he could do. All that was left was Death. Death... Wait... John thought. "\'He\' must be Death. All great forces have great importance to their name. God, Satan, Death... \'He\' will come for me when no one\'s left. I f****d with Death, and now Death wants to f*** with me..."
Just at that moment along the coast of California, Harold, John JR.\'s brother was reaching into the garbage disposal to get a fork. Police reports would later state that wiring was to blame for the triggering of the blades and Harolds death of blood poisoning from the raw food in his wounds.
BTW this is fun lets keep this up till it gets boring. Yeah it was John SR. that died via cheese slicer. Let\'s keep the deaths coming people!