What not to do in a Horror Movie/Story/Folk Tale
Part Two
Paul stared down in disbelief. His hands shook as he looked down, and fell to his knees. "Oh my f*cking gosh." In front of him was something that no one could ever guess; no one could ever imagine. This was so surprising that even though this sentence is just meant bug the reader as they wonder what in the name of god is Paul looking at that is so important that it might just change the outcome of the story even if it ended up being a monkey with no car insurance but should most likely get a credit card that really worked instead of letting it implode as the floor that I am sitting on is melting into a vortex of blood while dancing like a monkey with no car insurance but should most likely get a credit card that really worked instead of letting it implode as the floor that I am sitting on is melting into a vortex of blood while dancing like a monkey.
But right in front of him was something even more surprising than any monkey, or insurance, or rug. For in front of Paul was a 50 dollar bill, and it was in perfect condition. Paul greedily snatched the bill off of the ground and ran back into the house to tell Grace the good news…
Jennifer crossed her arms as she slowly walked into woods with a pissed off expression.
"Of course the guest house has to be a piece of crap!" she thought out loud. The guest house was pretty bad. It was a small, eerie little shack. The green windows and fading brown paint on the house just added to the effect. "I swear I will beat the crap out of John when I wake up."
"Uhhhhhh. Uhhhhhh," Moaned an anonymous being from behind Jennifer.
Jennifer screamed and turned around. "What the hell was that!" she screamed, "Oh my god, oh my god! I have to get out of here!"
Jennifer went from a brisk walk to a sprint, and she darted into the woods past the guest house. Tears flooded her face. "Oh my god!" Suddenly, Jennifer felt something grab her ankle, and snap it. She tripped and a screamed as blood pumped out of her ankle like Swiss cheese. She looked up and saw two men in front of her; one was crawling on the ground, the other limping slowly behind the first. They both looked sick, almost zombie-like.
One of them, the one crawling on the ground had a dominoes pizza company hat and uniform on. The other looked slightly familiar, like she had seen him somewhere. But then it dawned to her. The man that looked slightly familiar had been in the newspaper. He had been one of the missing people!
But, it was too late for her. She screamed as the pizza guy moved into the light of her flashlight. Half of his body was missing, yet somehow was still alive! Jennifer used the last of her remaining energy to stand up and run (or rather limp) to safety. The zombies were moving slowly, but she was moving slower. "Please! Help! Where is that fat a*s of a dad when you need him!" Jennifer looked back and the zombies were closing in on her. Sweat stained her skin, and her foot suddenly caught on a vine, and she tripped onto the ground, her arm being impaled by a nearby loose branch
"Oh my god! Oh my mother-f*cker! I swear! I swear! That b*tch who put that f*cking vine right there is the biggest a*s-hole in the history of man f*cking kind!" Jennifer screamed and cursed all she wanted, but she knew it was the end. The pizza guy grabbed her ankle, and attempted to bite it, but with her last bit of energy, Jennifer managed to stand up and limp as fast as her body would let her. Quickly and for only a second, Jennifer looked back, and smiled as she gained distance from zombies. But when she looked in front of her, she found a knife in her stomach.
Blood squirted out of her stomach as she looked up into the eyes of the man who had just stabbed a knife into her stomach. His eyes were glazed; glassy. His face was not visible due to a ski mask, but his lips mouthed the words 'goodbye' as he let go of Jennifer into the arms of one of the zombies. The man walked away from the sea of blood as the zombies sunk their teeth into Jennifer's bleeding body.
"Damn you," Jennifer said, and the man turned around and smiled an evil smile…
"Um… go fish," Betsy bit her lip and smiled at Ty, "oh, and I'm about to win." Ty and Betsy were both at Ty's house, playing cards and having a jolly old time.
"Yeah, well at least I don't live in a shack," Ty responded.
"It is not a shack, it is just an apartment. There is a difference!"
"Ha! Not to me!" Ty lived in a giant oversized mansion with valuable, breakable, extremely dangerous collectables, such as family swords, guns, whips, crests, mid evil flails, dynamite, wheel barrels, spears, and other weapons.
"Hey, do you have any tens, Jen-Jen," Ty asked.
"No, but I all ready won, so how about we take a little breather up in your room," Jennifer replied with a slight tint of lust in her voice, "we can get comfortable up there…"
End of Part Two
Noticeable Mistakes
Yeah! Lots of mistakes here! First off, when writing, never ever ever ramble on random words like I did at the beginning of Part Two. Oh, and one more thing is that I would like to applaud Paul for not going after the screaming pizza guy! *applaud. One last thing, if you are in the middle of the woods and a zombie attacks you, try to mange to run out of the woods to safety, not further into the mass of over-sized weeds. Also, when you are running, look where you are going to that you don't trip on a vine and impale your arm! One last thing, if a murderer is rampaging through your town, don't ever have any sexual contact what-so-ever! This guarantees your death! I do not care how hot your girl friend is!
