town of evil horrors part 3

A Story by wayne1234

We listen to the terrors of evil banging on our cells door during the dark cold night while we try and sleep. I hold a shocked luitent megs while the bars rattle and footsteps can be head on our floor of capture.

The horses try and talk with the ghostly horror but get thrown back by a gust of evil spirits. Our eyes become tired with fear while the ghostly night continues in this never ending town of dark nights.

After a few hours the banging stops and the werewolves open the trap door of capture to reveal their faces of lusting anger. We all then try and hide in our cage of capture while the family of creatures begin to pull our body's out from the underground jail of horror.

I then hold a shocked luitent megs while the werewolf family begin to drag our tired bodies towards the large dark house of mystery. The chained up humans try and pull away from our chains of capture but the werewolves drag us further towards the red door of doom.

At that moment two humans manage to break free from the chains of terror and begin to run towards the forest from hell. We look on hoping that they escape and find away out while the werewolves begin their hunt of capture in the dark forest of terror.

All of a sudden we hear screams ringing out from the flowing trees of menace and look up in shock and horror. The horses then notice four werewolves carrying headless bodies across their hairy backs of torture.

The blood pours down from their conquered bodies while we tremble in shock. Our eyes then glance at some other creatures carrying decapitated heads of sorrow in their large claw hands while the red door slowly opens.

Our eyes the fill with anger while the evil creatures take us inside their home of torture. A shocked silver prince then notices two of the monsters chopping up the two humans while we are chained in a dark corner of their living room.

A brave horse the comforts our shaken bodies while other werewolves prepare a long red table of mystery for dinner in their room of torture. We just sit and glare at the creatures evil smiles while they prepare their meal of horrors.

written by wayne mockler

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