The Buy More of the Bloodcurdling II
Introduction
Chuck felt a brief rush of panic when he reached over to find nothing but empty sheets at the other side of the bed. He had, after all, just gotten her back. He rubbed his eyes, pushed himself to his feet, and headed into the hallway.
He sighed in relief when he heard the faint tapping of keys coming from the kitchen. He found Sarah seated by her laptop, a swirl of discarded paper surrounding her.
"Honey, I know you just got your memories back," Chuck said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "but you don't need to write them all down. They promised you're not going to lose them again."
He reached over to pick up one of the pieces of paper lying on the counter. After reading a few sentences, renewed fear crept over him. "Um Sarah, this isn't the way things actually happened. There was a Ring that we had to get rid of, and they were evil, but they were people, not an actual ring. Maybe we should call the doctors and tell them your memories aren't coming back quite right."
Sarah looked at her husband in amusement. "Relax, Chuck. I'm not writing down memories. They're stories."
"Stories?"
"Sure, I thought I might try some creative writing, now that I'm out of the spy business."
Chuck read a few more sentences on the page he was holding. "So, you mean like fan fiction?"
"Well, sort of, except I'm using us instead of fictional characters somebody else created. That way there's no danger of anyone suing me."
"I don't know," Chuck said after he'd finished reading the page. "Casey may want to take legal action over being portrayed as an elf."
"Oh, Casey's too much fine to write about. I couldn't turn down the opportunity. All of us are, really."
"Even Lester and Jeff?"
"Please, I want people to read these." Sarah took the piece of paper from Chuck's hand. "Casey can rest easy, anyway. I gave up on this one, since it wasn't scary enough. But I should have three done shortly - much spookier stuff. You can read them when I'm done."
"Three stories? Like an anthology? Like they do on 'The Simp…'"
"Shhh," Sarah interrupted. "Remember what I said about getting sued? Now, go back to bed and let me finish. I've got important writing to finish."
Yup, I'm back, just in time to bring you Round II of the scariest stories you'll ever read. The first part will be up tomorrow, which will give you dear readers just enough time to renew prescriptions of heart medication, say goodbye to loved ones, and stock up on clean underwear.
As always, I do not own "Chuck" or any other characters that might pop up in any of these stories, living dead...or undead.
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