The Candyman

Chapter 1: Introduction

This story is a tale about grief and horror-sometimes funniness-but still mostly horror.

The story begins as two 12 year olds were sitting on a park bench. One was named Billy, and the other Tom.

Now, Tom was very superstitious, and he believed many myths and stories of black magic and such, but mostly the well known tale of the Candyman.

Billy, on the other hand, thought all of Tom's stories were stupid and pointless, especially the stories of the Candyman. "A crazed candy-themed maniac? I think not." He always said. But he was a good friend to Tom nonetheless.

So yeah, they were sitting on a park bench until Tom finally asked Billy, "Why don't you believe in the Candyman? It's perfectly logical!" Billy replied, shouting, "For the last time, THE CANDYMAN DOES NOT EXIST!"

Tom ran and hid behind a tree, because you did not want to sit next to Billy while he is ticked off.

"So, ye don't believe in the Candyman, laddie?" said a sailor/hobo on a bench to their left. "Why should I believe? It is the stupidest story ever!" Billy replied. "Aye, lad, ye may think it be a story, but I tell ye, it is one-hundred percent real."

"What I tell ya?" asked Tom. "Shut up!" Billy screamed. "Don't be using your fresh mouth, lad-" said the weird old guy. "You can't tell me what to say! I don't take orders from a hobo! And stop calling me lad! Who do you think you are? My grandpa?" Billy yelled, interrupting the old hobo.

"Aye, I be cursed to talk like this! The stupid writer mayde me!" yelled the hobo, mad at the author. "Yeah and how come I only got to talk once or twice in this whole chapter?" Asked Tom to no one.

"OK, author hating session over! Back to the story!" Captainpeanuts yelled to all three characters. "Aww…" they all sighed.

Billy said in detest in the Candyman, "Alright, if you two know so much about the Candyman, where does he live?"

"In the basement of an old run-down warehouse." Tom and the hobo said in unison. "OK then, what is his first name?" "Frank!" the two Candyman geniuses answered. "Anything else you would like to share with me about the Candyman?" asked Billy, getting bored.

"Of course! He's got a purple eye on one side, a peppermint hook, a cool top-hat, he strangles people with Hershey bar wrappers, his weaknesses are spinach and toothbrushes, and he kidnaps non-believers…" Billy stopped Tom and asked, "Wait… what was that last one? Kidnaps non-believers? Well guess what? I'm a non-believer and I'm still here! Ever think of that?"

Tom was stumped. "…Well… Maybe he doesn't know your address." "Or maybe he be waitin' for the right time to do it so it's more suprising, lad!" suggested the hobo. "Arrgh! MY NAME IS BILLY! NOT LAD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, OLD GEYSER!" "Mommy! Save me! The hobo yelled as he ran away.

Once the weirdo was out of hearing range, the two started talking again. "Tom, if I can prove to you that the Candyman doesn't exist, will you please get off my back about it?"

"Let's throw in $50 to the winner to make it more interesting!" added Tom. "OK, let's shake on it, pal!"

TO BE CONTINUED