Tell A Spooky Story!

[🪦 adam ●]

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!

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John Jr. thought... maybe I\'ll call dad\'s helper, Sam.... hmm....
-- No answer --
\'Oh yeah, he\'s retarded...\'
Suddenly, two men dressed in Bear mascot suits (furries) burst into the room, FURIOUS WITH ANGERRRR. They were of course armed with gummy bears and pickaxes (to look cool). They charged toward John yelling out random vocabulary words and spelling them, when out of nowhere.....
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[🪦 adamms ●]

a dog by the name of chopper ran after him, in the background someone yelling, "chopper, sick balls"

[🪦 Jason Fan ●]

And THEN the story took a wrong turn and the writers were sought after and crucified upside down with a gasoline-fueled pentagram outlining their bodys... Seriously though. How did he go from the desert to outside? Oh, well we\'re writers. We can do whatever we want! AND THEN CAME THE TELETUBBIES!!!!!!!! :ph34r:

[🪦 Clint ●]

......GAS GOES OVER $3.00 A GALLON.....

[🪦 ChainGrave ●]

The furries and the hound closed in, there was no undead being to stop them now, there was nobody but himself,he turned and grasped the receiver, pulling it out of the wall he swung it low and broke the left side of the dogs face, whimpering it retreated \'never to be seen again\'.
"You Dick, you hit our dog", muffled though it was the voice was still permeated with rage, then the first wave of gummy bears rained down on John, he threw the receiver into the head of the nearest Furry at the same time he hobbled over and fought over the pickaxe, his sweaty hands had more purchase than the furry gloves of the bear, in one sweeping gesture he pulled the pickaxe from its owners hands swung it high and buried it into the forehead of the bear.
Blood sprayed in crimson torrents from this grievous wound, the furry gurgled and incoherant epitaph before collapsing at Johns feet, the second furry screamed with rage and pelted John with gummy bears, John swung the pick axe high over his head, then half-way through swinging it down he let go, the Pick\'s aim was true and it scored a direct hit in the second furries chest....

[🪦 antisocial1 ●]

The furries and the hound closed in, there was no undead being to stop them now, there was nobody but himself,he turned and grasped the receiver, pulling it out of the wall he swung it low and broke the left side of the dogs face, whimpering it retreated \'never to be seen again\'.
  "You Dick, you hit our dog", muffled though it was the voice was still permeated with rage, then the first wave of gummy bears rained down on John, he threw the receiver into the head of the nearest Furry at the same time he hobbled over and fought over the pickaxe, his sweaty hands had more purchase than the furry gloves of the bear, in one sweeping gesture he pulled the pickaxe from its owners hands swung it high and buried it into the forehead of the bear.
  Blood sprayed in crimson torrents from this grievous wound, the furry gurgled and incoherant epitaph before collapsing at Johns feet, the second furry screamed with rage and pelted John with gummy bears, John swung the pick axe high over his head, then half-way through swinging it down he let go, the Pick\'s aim was true and it scored a direct hit in the second furries chest....

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The second furry froze, silent and unmoving, it seemed like time had froze. Blood trickled down slowly through the puncture in the costume. Finally, with a painful sigh, the second furry fell to the ground. John looked up to find an audience. A couple of travelers and the convenient store cashier were outside staring blankly in his direction. When they saw his eyes fall on them they ran into the building.
"Well, shit!" John cursed and headed quickly towards his car. He looked towards the building and saw that the group was huddled around someone on their cell phone, most likely calling the police. He looked both directions down the road, and then around the gas station. It didn\'t look like there were any security cameras, and there weren\'t any buildings or witnesses nearby that he didn\'t know about. He wondered if he shouldn\'t kill those inside the store as well, just to give him a little more time...

[🪦 adam ●]

Haha Chaingrave.. I love the screaming and gummy bear pelting!

[🪦 ChainGrave ●]

Thought you would, I\'ll post somemore of the story later, if nobody else wants to that is?

[🪦 ChainGrave ●]

Returned from the fires of Apocolyptica, the story continues...


John stiffened his resolve, and set off in the direction of the \'audience\', his brisk walk made the bones in his kneecap grate but far from it being painfull he now found it sickly comforting.
"Dont move, I\'ve got a gun...dont you dare move", the middle-aged man, accountant by the looks of it no-doubt had a gun, whether he had the cajones to use it however, that was on the flip of a coin, John quickened his pace, giving the man less time to retrive his weapon from his breifcase.
"I said dont move shithead" the accountant scrabbled in his Breifcase, then brandished a small caliber pistol, his hands shaking, sweat poured from his temples, but John gave no heed, his grinding knee gave him a recklessness he\'d never encountered before, he stooped mid pace and picked a round stone from the ground, the accountant squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the trigger....mistake.
"Never close your eyes before you take a shot" John whispered in the mans ear, his terror was easy to behold as his mouth opened in a scream that never escaped, John shut his gaping maw with an uppercut with the rock, a wet gulp accomponied the sound of shatterering bone before the mans nose was inverted into his head with another expertly swung punch, his nose gushed like a faucet, crimson liquid covered both himself and John before his skull was breached with an overhand bludgeon, the man collapsed, his bravery was useless.
John moved to his next victim, a facefull of blood and a shirt covered in shattered bone and brain matter, John was now the stuff of nightmares....