A/N: Sorry for not updating any of my fanfics for so long. I'm having a bit of a writer's block, you see... I'm thinking of putting teh rating back to R, what do you think?
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Chapter Eight - The Porter
Stella was still restless. Did she actually see the Porter? The one she saw who
was clearly dead? No, she was seeing things. She did not see the Porter, she heard no
footsteps, she was just a bit stirred up by the train crash. That was all... She heard the
footsteps again.
She got up. 'It's the Porter.' she thought.
"No!" she told herself, "He's dead and dead things stay dead!" The noises
continued, and she heard a banging on her door.
'He's here to grab your soul and take it down to Hell with him.' she thought.
"No! It's not the Porter!!!" The banging continued, she was scared. Very scared.
Yet she felt she had to open her door. She had to prove to herself that the Porter was not
at he front door. She needed to prove to herself the Porter was dead. She reached under
her piano where she kept an emergency knife, but stopped and left it there.
"I won't be needing that. No one is there." She walked over to the door and
reluctantly placed he hoof on the door knob. "Okay... here it goes." As if she was
talking to someone. She swung the door wide open and...
...no one was there.
'I knew it. I knew it. I'm just scared and over-tired...-'
"BOO!" shouted a loud voice. Stella jumped back screaming, nearly getting a
heart attack. It was Kitty.
"K-K-K-Kitty?!" Stella stammered.
"Tee hee! Hey Stella!" the little female cat laughed.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!" Stella screamed.
"Relax! It was just a little joke." Kitty replied.
"Joke?! Well when you were out here making your little joke you were scaring
the shit out of me!" Stella continued to yell. Kitty looked up in surprise. She never knew
Stella had such a colorful language.
"Lighten up, h-h-hon! It was nothing personal!" Kitty smiled nervously. Stella
sighed and cooled down.
"Sorry for that little outburst..." Stella sighed again. "And sorry for cussing in
front of you."
"Don't worry about it."
"It's just that this whole train thing has gotten me a bit stirred up." Stella looked
to the sky.
"I hear ya, I'm sure we all got a little stirred up. Even some of the bravest people
here looked scared."
Stella got back up and began to shut the door. "Just please, Kitty. No more
pranks. Not tonight."
"You got it." Kitty smiled and she waved goodbye and walked back to her house,
which was right next to Stella's. Stella closed the door and slouched down.
Kitty was about to enter her house when she noticed the door was open. "Hmm?
I must have forgotten to close it." Kitty said. "Damn, now there's going to be a terrible
draft."
Kitty walked inside her house closing the door. K.K. Etude played in her golden stereo.
"Stupid Kitty, how could you forget to close the door? It's freezing in here..." Kitty walked to grab some blankets when she heard a noise. She stopped and heard the noise again. It sounded like a growling sound, but not anything like dog growl. It sounded different than anything she had ever heard before.
She looked at the top of her wardrobe and saw what was making that sound. It
was the Porter. Kitty stared up, wide-eyed and silent. The Porter glared at her. She
couldn't move, she felt paralyzed.
'But how... what... can... he...?' Kitty thought to herself. The Porter's skin was
rotting off his bones. He had bloody scars all over him. The Porter continued to glare at
Kitty, and then made a move.
The monkey jumped off the wardrobe at Kitty. She was being attacked. The
Porter began eating her alive. She screamed, screamed at the top of her lungs. The
Porter continued to feast upon her. She tried to escape but it was no use.
Stella sat quietly but then heard the screams of Kitty. She looked up in surprise
and listened to the screams for awhile.
"Dammit, give it up Kitty." Stella muttered. The screams continued, and Stella
began to think these did not sound like "fake screams." They sounded real... and they
sounded painful.
Stella began to worry. Was Kitty really in danger, or was she just trying to fool
her again? Suddenly the screams stopped. There was silence. It lasted for a couple
minutes until Stella decided enough was enough. She was going to check on Kitty to
make sure she was okay, but if it were another joke Kitty would soon not be okay
anyway.
"Either way she's screwed." Stella smirked and she walked out of her house. She
walked over to Kitty's house and knocked on the door.
"Kitty?" Stella called. "Are you okay in there, Kitty?" Silence. She knocked
again. "Kitty?!" Nothing but silence, Stella decided to check inside. She turned the
door knob, opened the door and was shocked at what she saw.
It was the Porter, and he was feasting upon the bloody mangled up body of Kitty.
Feasting upon her flesh. Stella let out a gasp and the Porter lifted his head up and look at
Stella. Stella then did the first thing that came to mind. She ran.
She didn't even bother closing the door, which gave the Porter the ability to easily
chase after her. Stella decided she would run to the police. They were only down in
Acre E-1, and she was in Acre B-1. It wouldn't be hard to get there.
She ran down to Acre C-1, with the Porter hot on her trail. The police station was in sight, she was going to make it. Until...
...she fell in a pitfall.
"Oh no... Oh dear God, no..." Stella squirmed to try to get out of the pitfall, but it
was no use. She was a sitting duck, and the Porter was about to take this opportunity.
The homicidal monkey leaped at Stella to prepare for his feast.
Stella let out one loud scream before the end.
Meanwhile, on the bulletin board a message was written...
See if you can find one of my most prized possessions! It's buried somewhere in
the C Acres! --Spork
Yes, Spork. Someone found one of your prized possessions. Unfortunately,
someone did find it indeed.
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A/N: Man, see why I'm thinking of putting back on R? I didn't know I could be so violent. And I'm sorry if you like any animals who die in this story, it's hard for me to write such horrific deaths, but writting a good story means sacrafices.
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Chapter Eight - The Porter
Stella was still restless. Did she actually see the Porter? The one she saw who
was clearly dead? No, she was seeing things. She did not see the Porter, she heard no
footsteps, she was just a bit stirred up by the train crash. That was all... She heard the
footsteps again.
She got up. 'It's the Porter.' she thought.
"No!" she told herself, "He's dead and dead things stay dead!" The noises
continued, and she heard a banging on her door.
'He's here to grab your soul and take it down to Hell with him.' she thought.
"No! It's not the Porter!!!" The banging continued, she was scared. Very scared.
Yet she felt she had to open her door. She had to prove to herself that the Porter was not
at he front door. She needed to prove to herself the Porter was dead. She reached under
her piano where she kept an emergency knife, but stopped and left it there.
"I won't be needing that. No one is there." She walked over to the door and
reluctantly placed he hoof on the door knob. "Okay... here it goes." As if she was
talking to someone. She swung the door wide open and...
...no one was there.
'I knew it. I knew it. I'm just scared and over-tired...-'
"BOO!" shouted a loud voice. Stella jumped back screaming, nearly getting a
heart attack. It was Kitty.
"K-K-K-Kitty?!" Stella stammered.
"Tee hee! Hey Stella!" the little female cat laughed.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!" Stella screamed.
"Relax! It was just a little joke." Kitty replied.
"Joke?! Well when you were out here making your little joke you were scaring
the shit out of me!" Stella continued to yell. Kitty looked up in surprise. She never knew
Stella had such a colorful language.
"Lighten up, h-h-hon! It was nothing personal!" Kitty smiled nervously. Stella
sighed and cooled down.
"Sorry for that little outburst..." Stella sighed again. "And sorry for cussing in
front of you."
"Don't worry about it."
"It's just that this whole train thing has gotten me a bit stirred up." Stella looked
to the sky.
"I hear ya, I'm sure we all got a little stirred up. Even some of the bravest people
here looked scared."
Stella got back up and began to shut the door. "Just please, Kitty. No more
pranks. Not tonight."
"You got it." Kitty smiled and she waved goodbye and walked back to her house,
which was right next to Stella's. Stella closed the door and slouched down.
Kitty was about to enter her house when she noticed the door was open. "Hmm?
I must have forgotten to close it." Kitty said. "Damn, now there's going to be a terrible
draft."
Kitty walked inside her house closing the door. K.K. Etude played in her golden stereo.
"Stupid Kitty, how could you forget to close the door? It's freezing in here..." Kitty walked to grab some blankets when she heard a noise. She stopped and heard the noise again. It sounded like a growling sound, but not anything like dog growl. It sounded different than anything she had ever heard before.
She looked at the top of her wardrobe and saw what was making that sound. It
was the Porter. Kitty stared up, wide-eyed and silent. The Porter glared at her. She
couldn't move, she felt paralyzed.
'But how... what... can... he...?' Kitty thought to herself. The Porter's skin was
rotting off his bones. He had bloody scars all over him. The Porter continued to glare at
Kitty, and then made a move.
The monkey jumped off the wardrobe at Kitty. She was being attacked. The
Porter began eating her alive. She screamed, screamed at the top of her lungs. The
Porter continued to feast upon her. She tried to escape but it was no use.
Stella sat quietly but then heard the screams of Kitty. She looked up in surprise
and listened to the screams for awhile.
"Dammit, give it up Kitty." Stella muttered. The screams continued, and Stella
began to think these did not sound like "fake screams." They sounded real... and they
sounded painful.
Stella began to worry. Was Kitty really in danger, or was she just trying to fool
her again? Suddenly the screams stopped. There was silence. It lasted for a couple
minutes until Stella decided enough was enough. She was going to check on Kitty to
make sure she was okay, but if it were another joke Kitty would soon not be okay
anyway.
"Either way she's screwed." Stella smirked and she walked out of her house. She
walked over to Kitty's house and knocked on the door.
"Kitty?" Stella called. "Are you okay in there, Kitty?" Silence. She knocked
again. "Kitty?!" Nothing but silence, Stella decided to check inside. She turned the
door knob, opened the door and was shocked at what she saw.
It was the Porter, and he was feasting upon the bloody mangled up body of Kitty.
Feasting upon her flesh. Stella let out a gasp and the Porter lifted his head up and look at
Stella. Stella then did the first thing that came to mind. She ran.
She didn't even bother closing the door, which gave the Porter the ability to easily
chase after her. Stella decided she would run to the police. They were only down in
Acre E-1, and she was in Acre B-1. It wouldn't be hard to get there.
She ran down to Acre C-1, with the Porter hot on her trail. The police station was in sight, she was going to make it. Until...
...she fell in a pitfall.
"Oh no... Oh dear God, no..." Stella squirmed to try to get out of the pitfall, but it
was no use. She was a sitting duck, and the Porter was about to take this opportunity.
The homicidal monkey leaped at Stella to prepare for his feast.
Stella let out one loud scream before the end.
Meanwhile, on the bulletin board a message was written...
See if you can find one of my most prized possessions! It's buried somewhere in
the C Acres! --Spork
Yes, Spork. Someone found one of your prized possessions. Unfortunately,
someone did find it indeed.
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A/N: Man, see why I'm thinking of putting back on R? I didn't know I could be so violent. And I'm sorry if you like any animals who die in this story, it's hard for me to write such horrific deaths, but writting a good story means sacrafices.