Prologue

Random things coming to mind.

It was a beautiful, gorgeous day. That is, for some low-life goth. Gloomy and Raining. And it had to be today. Friday the 13th.

 

So, since my life is so boring, I decided to try and arise the ever famous Michael Myers. My friends Katie and Jamie tagged along, happily prancing away into the old abandoned house while I moon walked to it.

 

 "Amy, hurry -gasp- up -gasp- girl!-gasp-" Katie choked on her words. Anybody should know how bad shape we were in, no matter how fat or thin we seemed.

 

 "I'm going -gasp- as fast -gasp- as I can!" I cried.

 

We finally were able to enter the house. Life seemed to be pretty grand in the house. Cobwebs all over the place, shattered glass and windows...

 

 "So what is it you were planning?" Jamie asked.

 

 "A sceance..." I replied mysteriously.

 

 "Oooo..." Jamie and Katie 'oo'ed.

 

So I placed the blanket and candles, and we sat in a circle. We didn't hold hands because...Well, we aren't that gay(The happy gay, not the homo gay).

 

 "All mighty Michael Myers! We call for you! Come to us!" I shreiked, hoping that he would hear me.

 

 *Crash*

 

 *Bang*

 

 "What was that?" Katie asked.

 

 "I have no-"

 

 Just then the floor started moving. Or rather, rising. Next thing I knew, I was looking into the face of...

 

Kristen.

 

 "Kristen? What the heck are you doing under there?!" I exclaimed, realising I had laid the blanket over a trapped door.

 

 "I was trying to be a dog! I guess I dug too far..." Kristen laughed nervously.

 

 "Damn right, you are. This is the old abandoned house. Isn't your house on the other half of town?" Jamie said.

 

 "Crap... Well, better get going!" Kristen said, closing the door and we could hear her scurying away...

 

 "-sigh- How long do we wait?" Katie sighed.

 

 "...30 more seconds..." I said.

 

*30 seconds later*

 

 "Okay, let's go!" I said, so we walked out of the house a little depressed. I mean, Michael Myers! He was our hero!

 

Just then we heard distinct footsteps from behind us.

 

 "Could it be..?" I hissed.

 

 We all looked at each other, grinning. We turned around...

 

 "What are ya darn kid doin' here? Get out 'fore I call 'em cops!" spat old man Jenkins.

 

 "Run for it!!" We all shreiked, and were just barely able to make it out alive.

 

 "Damn kids, why do they always come here?!" Jenkins hissed.

 

 He turned around to walk back home and...

 

 *Slash*

 

 *Slump*

Author's Note

There shall be others.
But they will be like Chapter 1, 2, etc.

Reviews

[Amy]

Go ahead, Kristen.
It would be super awesome.

[Kristen.]

WHOOOOOOO!!
Amazing.
Simply genius!
I love it!

[Amy]

I KNOW, DON'T YOU JUST LOVE HIM?!
AND WHY THE HELL ARE WE TALKING LIKE THIS?!?!
LMAO.

[jwilkinson20]

OLD MAN JENKINS IS MY HERO!