Chapter four, the body in the grave,
The house was quite and empty. You could hear a pin drop in the big old house. The people out the window could in deed see Andrew, I mean Chucky. The corridors in which he walked passed were as big as the malls he robbed in his passed life. "Help me!" He cried in a loud voice. Andrew ran outside for help. A woman in a blue skirt, and yellow shirt. "What is it?" He tugged on her shirt. Both of them went into the big house in which Tiffany was staying in. "Look!" Still the body of Jennifer Tilly was on the floor, but with blood."come on, dear." She took his hand and put him in a blue sports car."We're going to the police office." He nodded his head ever so slightly. "That was the right thing to do."
In the Thomas' house the closet door trapped the real Andrew inside. "Help me!!!" He banned on the door until it was unlocked. "Mommy?" He said in a sad expression. His mother's body, the mother he had known for seven years of his life is gone now. The thought of revenge was coming and stirring in his mind. The front door opened and their neighbor, Mrs. Recker stopped dead in her tracks."W-what? What happened!?" She was an old lady with more than just cancer. "My heart!" She walked backwards near the window. Andrew stood up. "Mrs. Recker!"
He ran over to her. The faint sight of either a boy of girl. " Get away from me you monster!" Obviously her vision had come back. She could barely stand up but she made it. "You little dick! Stay away from me." She slowly went ahead to the door. He walked over to her holding out his hand. "Wait! Please?" It was to late she had already went out the door. He looked out the window for her that's when he saw the truck go by. " Stop!!" She yelled. The massive sized truck had killed her. Her blood and bones strained across the street.
"Now, um Andrew is it? Are you sure you didn't see anyone?" A cop in a navy blue uniform asked him. He shook his head. " All I saw was her body laying there." For a few minutes the police and the woman who helped him earlier that day talked. Chucky could hear them. They were talking about him. Not the Andrew him, but the Chucky him. "It's his girlfriend. Tiffany something. Can't remember her name at the moment." The woman said drinking her coffee. "I'm going to take you to my house. Ok?" He nodded his head. They got into her blue sports car and rove on the high way. Noone was on. That's the way he needed it.
" Alright bitch!" He put a gun to the side of her. " What are you doing?" He fired one shot out of the car. " Shut up! Now take me to Chicago graveyard and step on it!" The car flew down the road without a stop at all. "Stop!" they had reached the place they needed to be. The old, creepy graveyard were Charles lee Ray was buried. He looked around for his grave.
Here lay the Chicago Strangler.
"Sorry, but I don't need you anymore." The gun fire went off. She flopped down to the ground. Almost everyone who dies is falls to the ground. He jumped into his grave which was dug up from the last time he was there. Raising his hand high, he started to chant. It's was indeed his greats hour of time.