a.n. Hello didn't see you there! You're not stalking me are you?! Well,
you're just in time for chapter five, this story is progressing quite
nicely now, I'm going to write at least ten chapters, I'll see how I go.
So, I hope you like chapter five and I haven't written it too much like the
film. I also incorporated a little of another of Johnny Depp's films.
Chapter Five – Sleepy Holloe Mort slowly walked around his house, but not as precautious as last time, because he was just stupid last time, there was no one there. Well, Shooter was outside. He'd probably been inside too, but Mort couldn't really remember that.
Once he was sure there was no one in his house, he walked into his bedroom. He looked at his bed, unmade, as usual. He sighed, tied his dressing gown around his waist and walked downstairs to his sofa, where he was to spend the night. Underneath the throw on the sofa was a lump. "Move your fat ass, Koda!" he grumbled, softly whacking the pile. "Woof!" Koda ran into the room, to greet Mort, but still the pile didn't move. "OK, Mort. Be brave. It's OK, probably just some hillbilly again camping out on your sofa." He reached his hand out, trembling, towards the blanket over the mysterious hick. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pulled off the blanket. The pile didn't seem to move, so slowly Mort opened his eyes. "ARRRRRRRGH!" A scream echoed throughout the house, as Mort's gorgeous brown eyes locked with a pair of green, almost yellow eyeballs. He pulled off the rest of the blanket and saw a rotting corpse lying on the sofa, his sofa. "Oh my God!" whispered Mort "It's..." He pulled the corpse's right wrist over to him, and rolled up the sleeve, to reveal a charm bracelet with the letters A M Y and R attached. Mort had just found the body of his ex – wife. Also, as the arm slumped back down, he noticed the red covering of each nail. There was a deep cut to Amy's neck, and her stomach. Also, in the back of her right ankle was a gaping hole, with a screwdriver sticking into it. Mort had wondered why Amy never dropped by.
a.n. Haha! I thought I'd end that chapter on a slightly funny, but morbid note. Ok, so that chapter had nothing to do with Sleepy Hollow. But, the title did kind of work, because there was a hollow in Amy's ankle and she appeared to be sleeping. Also, I misspelt Hollow, I twisted it. Mort has a twisted mind, although he doesn't know it at the moment (and I guess Amy twisted her ankle)! Hope you liked it. By the way, in case you didn't understand, Amy's was the body Mort found in the garden, but how did it get into the house? I will write Chapter Six tomorrow, because I feel like playing Zoombinis right now, and I need to stop eating my chocolate raisins, because I will be ill lol! R&R hunnies! U all rock! Tankyz, Keira.d
Chapter Five – Sleepy Holloe Mort slowly walked around his house, but not as precautious as last time, because he was just stupid last time, there was no one there. Well, Shooter was outside. He'd probably been inside too, but Mort couldn't really remember that.
Once he was sure there was no one in his house, he walked into his bedroom. He looked at his bed, unmade, as usual. He sighed, tied his dressing gown around his waist and walked downstairs to his sofa, where he was to spend the night. Underneath the throw on the sofa was a lump. "Move your fat ass, Koda!" he grumbled, softly whacking the pile. "Woof!" Koda ran into the room, to greet Mort, but still the pile didn't move. "OK, Mort. Be brave. It's OK, probably just some hillbilly again camping out on your sofa." He reached his hand out, trembling, towards the blanket over the mysterious hick. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pulled off the blanket. The pile didn't seem to move, so slowly Mort opened his eyes. "ARRRRRRRGH!" A scream echoed throughout the house, as Mort's gorgeous brown eyes locked with a pair of green, almost yellow eyeballs. He pulled off the rest of the blanket and saw a rotting corpse lying on the sofa, his sofa. "Oh my God!" whispered Mort "It's..." He pulled the corpse's right wrist over to him, and rolled up the sleeve, to reveal a charm bracelet with the letters A M Y and R attached. Mort had just found the body of his ex – wife. Also, as the arm slumped back down, he noticed the red covering of each nail. There was a deep cut to Amy's neck, and her stomach. Also, in the back of her right ankle was a gaping hole, with a screwdriver sticking into it. Mort had wondered why Amy never dropped by.
a.n. Haha! I thought I'd end that chapter on a slightly funny, but morbid note. Ok, so that chapter had nothing to do with Sleepy Hollow. But, the title did kind of work, because there was a hollow in Amy's ankle and she appeared to be sleeping. Also, I misspelt Hollow, I twisted it. Mort has a twisted mind, although he doesn't know it at the moment (and I guess Amy twisted her ankle)! Hope you liked it. By the way, in case you didn't understand, Amy's was the body Mort found in the garden, but how did it get into the house? I will write Chapter Six tomorrow, because I feel like playing Zoombinis right now, and I need to stop eating my chocolate raisins, because I will be ill lol! R&R hunnies! U all rock! Tankyz, Keira.d