It is around 2:00am when I get to Tennessee. I suggest since I wasn't worn out (I never am) I could have alittle fun. I went to the nearest house and listened for a sign that someone was home. I saw the bedroom come on, that gave me the go. I climbed up the tree as quiet as a mouse. I opened the bedroom window and crawled into the room when the lights turned off. It must be children. I despise them, but those things are the least of my worries. I walk silently over the stairwell and jump off and landed as though someone put me to sleep. The couple was watching a movie with the lights off. Perfect I thought as I crept up behind them and got my blade quietly out. As the TV turns to black screen my blade quickly glides inside the men's neck and out of the women's neck. The blood rushed down the couch as I left the house. I waited until I heard the kids scream to set the house a flame. The neighbors rushed out of their house, I had no choice but to fled to the forest. I looked at my watch once more to find out that it has merely just turned 2:01am. I ran out of the forest, I had to reach D.C. by today.
I reached D.C. by 6:00am. I had to find somewhere where I can change. I decided to change my look in the morning, just incase anyone recognizes me as the Nightcrawler (I doubt it) but you can never be too careful. I curled up my hair into a curly afro. I pulled on a pair of blue jeans, plaid shirt, and black sunglasses. I walk positively on the streets into a nearby bar. Just a little; don't want to be killing myself, because I had too much to drink.
"I'll have one."
"Coming right up."
"Ok, here you go."
I take the cup and chug it down.
"Wow dude, there's plenty enough to go around....do you want another one?"
I was still swallowing, so I waved my hand in a signal as "No."
"Ok.....hey, I think I saw you once before.
"Really?" My hand reaches for my gun.
"Yeah.......what was it...Freddy Krueger; yup that's what it was."
"What?" I release my hand from my gun.
"You know, the guy with 4 blades coming out of his hands."
"I don't think I'm that guy."
"You're probably right; I'm probably just imagining things."
"Yeah...."
Well that was a close one. And who the hell is Freddy Krueger.
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So sorry for the late post I know this was suppose to come out the 12th of November, but I was having some technical difficulties.
So is this your own idea? Him going around killing random people?
101rocketmail 6 months ago
omg ur story is way better than mine! its awesome!!
NickJonas4Ever121 1 year ago
oho lala xD love this
lenebraes 1 year ago
You know I like this x]
jemijonaslover 1 year ago