At 11/19/07 03:31 AM, JadeTheAssassin wrote:At 11/19/07 03:30 AM, Monocrom wrote:Huh, I did now?At 11/19/07 03:08 AM, JadeTheAssassin wrote: How did you know I purr? @_@You told me so, Sweetie..... A few months ago.
MEMORY LIKE A SIEVE, I swear.
Anyways, good chapter. :) <3
My memory is usually kick-ass! :)
Glad you enjoyed the new chapter.
Much <3
At first i thought i knew who the angry ghost is, chapter 15. But chapter 16-17 totally threw me off course
Well, looks like we've managed to go an entire chapter with no violence whatsoever! Actually, that's kinda odd....... perhaps something extra bad will happen to make up for it?
ugh, there you go again, Mono. setting an idea that we could follow, then throwing us in a completely different direction. but still, awesome chapter.
Make me a sandwich, damnit.
I <3 comments!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To: seridon -
I haven't yet revealed enough details for an educated guess. But rest assured that when I come up with a story idea, the Ending is usually the first thing that pops into my brain. Don't ask me to explain why. I have no clue. Just happens to be the way my story ideas come to me. So yes, the identity of the angry ghost was one of the first things that came to me. All will be revealed at the End.
____________
To: Sainth -
Yeah! >:D
That EXTRA bad thing is going to be the Ending.
____________
To: Fyndir -
That's some good advice you gave there.
I will say that everything will make sense..... in the End.
____________
To: hijackreaper -
Glad you enjoyed it!
BTW, have you noticed that many of my characters are insane off their ass? Logic is a rare thing in my stories. :)
that was fricken awesome dude, yu should be a legend and have yer own movies, when i'm a famous scientist or math guy, i'm gonna fund a production fo this, yu get full credit
This Is A Signature.
At 11/19/07 06:29 PM, smicothegreat wrote: that was fricken awesome dude, yu should be a legend and have yer own movies, when i'm a famous scientist or math guy, i'm gonna fund a production fo this, yu get full credit
Thanks for the kind words.
Glad you enjoyed it.
I'm glad you are doing better Mono, and still being Evil with the little hints I see :P
Great chapter, keep them coming! (though I will be without internet for about two weeks, I will still be looking forward to reading a couple of chapters when I get back)
oh my god! awesome story! i keep forgetting that its not a real book. You should publish some of your works, if you havent. Keep up the good work, im waiting for the next chapter!
UPDATE:
~~~~~~~~~
The next chapter will be a bit delayed. Sorry, but hopefully only by a couple of days.
Reality has gotten in the way once more. But a bit of Writer's block has also reared its ugly head.
I could crank out a chapter with a couple of ideas floating in my head. But it would be a sub-standard update to this story thread. And I refuse to do that.
Those of you who understand, shall be rewarded once I post the final chapter.
oh my god! awesome story! i keep forgetting that its not a real book. You should publish some of your works, if you havent. Keep up the good work, im waiting for the next chapter!
what he said
--- Chapter 18 : Part I ---
What Nightmares are made of
_____________________________________
1995
Andersson just couldn't sleep. Something just seemed wrong. He got up, put on his uniform, and headed to the pizza shop. The police-tape was still up. It was a small shop. There was the dining area just to the left of the front door. The dried blood (and there was a lot of it) was mostly on the register, the part of the counter it sat on, and the brick wall behind it. There was a narrow section between the wall and the counter. To the far left of the counter was the opening to the back of the pizza shop. Andersson closed his eyes, and tried to imagine the horrific crime in his head. Something just didn't seem right. But it wasn't until he opened his eyes and turned around, that he realized what it was.....
The side street outside was never busy. The small park across the street wasn't busy either. But there was an elderly man who sat there on a daily basis. Andersson always saw him there whenever he would drive by during his patrol. And that elderly man liked to sit on the same bench. A bench that faced the pizza shop.
Getting a late-night knock on the door is never a Welcomed thing. The elderly man who answered Andersson's knock was not the one he wanted to speak with.
"I'm sorry Officer, but my brother left town awhile ago. Not sure when he'll be back. He said a few weeks. Maybe a bit more. I'm afraid I don't have any way of getting in touch with him."
All Andersson could do was think about why the elderly man had left. It was obvious to Andersson.... "He saw who did it. He's afraid. So, he took off."
Despite having gotten the day off for capturing the rapist, Andersson showed up to work anyway.
"Andersson! Now didn't I give you the day off?" Asked the Sheriff.
Andersson told him about the elderly gentleman and about his suspicions that the rapist might not have killed the girl in the pizza shop. The Sheriff got up from his desk and closed the door to his office.
"Andersson, you have no need to be concerned. You caught him, we questioned him, he confessed. End of story." Said the Sheriff.
"But Sheriff, I...."
"Now now, like I said; no need to worry. It's taken care of. Now you go and enjoy your day off. For God's sake Andersson, your making your fellow deputies look bad." Said the Sheriff with a large grin.
As Andersson walked out of the Sheriff's office, a couple of deputies were escorting the prisoner out of his cell. Andersson caught a glimpse of him as he was brought upstairs from the holding cells in the basement. The rapist looked as though he had gone 10 rounds with a bus. Bruised and battered, his left eye was shut closed from the obvious, horrendous beating he had been given.
"Hey Bill, Where you taking the prisoner?"
"Oh hey, Andersson. Well, seems he got into a fight with another prisoner. So we're escorting him to Doc's to get checked out."
"Just a fight, huh?" Asked Andersson with a tone of sarcasm.
"Say, isn't this your day off? Why don't you let us worry about the prisoner."
Andersson's drive to the local diner wasn't a very happy one. Andersson knew what happened. It was one of two things. Either the rapist got worked over by the deputies, with the Sheriff's knowledge, until he confessed. Or, someone intentionally put a bigger prisoner into the same holding cell, and let it slip out that the other guy was a rapist. (With predictable results). The rapist might have confessed, just so he could be put into another cell.
"Bill DOES have two little girls." Andersson thought to himself. He didn't like the way things were run at the Sheriff's office. But he had to admit that the Sheriff was very popular, and he got results.
But it didn't change the way Andersson felt..... And he felt there was a good chance that there was still a murderer on the loose.
* * * * * * * *
Macer returned home with more supplies.
"Hey Macer..... Let me ask you something. Where DID you get the money to buy this place."
"Well, Fyndir; turns out my dead beat dad died. And on top of that good news, he left me his money when he kicked the bucket. He died right before I got out of prison. So it turns out, I made my fortune in 'London,' after all!"
"No you didn't. You just got a bunch of money when your dad passed away." Replied Fyndir.
"Fair enough! Hey, Nikole's mom is stopping by for a visit soon."
"Cool, you think she'll like me?" Asked Fyndir.
"A pervert like you? What do YOU think?" Said Macer with a smile.
"I think I'm about to kick your ass." Said Fyndir, with a smile of his own.
* * * * * * * *
The young woman was naked, and tied to the bed. The blindfold over her eyes were mostly for HIS benefit. She was spread eagle on top of the bed. She didn't scream or say anything at all. But she did hear the sound of the vintage W.W.II, Colt 1911-A1, .45 Auto being cocked.
The bullet missed her left eye by three inches..... and hit her right in the middle of her head. The Killer left her there, for the police to find. He pulled up a chair in the next room, and waited. About four hours later, he realized they weren't coming. He was pissed that he'd have to bury the body by himself. He couldn't believe that no one had heard the gun shot.
I'm working on Part II, now!
I posted Part I because my comp is acting up and crashed while I was originally working on Part I.
Part II coming up in a bit more than an hour.
At 11/29/07 11:17 PM, Monocrom wrote: I'm working on Part II, now!
I posted Part I because my comp is acting up and crashed while I was originally working on Part I.
Part II coming up in a bit more than an hour.
Oh, ok mister man person.
--- Chapter 18 : Part II ---
_______________________
1995
Andersson was back to work the next day. Once again, he found himself at the local diner, having lunch. Curtis walked in the front door. Andersson thought it a bit odd. Curtis usually brown-bagged it. Andersson was less than thrilled when he realized Curtis was headed his way.
"Hi."
"Hello Curtis. Can I help you?" Asked Andersson, clearly a bit annoyed.
"Listen, I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted earlier. You did a great thing for the community, and I acted like an ass."
"Well, it takes a big man to admit that." Said Andersson.
"There's something else as well. Can I sit down?"
"Sure." Replied Andersson, before Curtis sat down at his booth.
"My wife has gone missing."
"Susan? Are you sure?" Asked Andersson.
"Oh yes, she's definitely missing. And I'm starting to get very worried. You see, she and I have been having problems lately..... in the marriage. Just arguing all the time. She doesn't understand that running the local paper isn't as easy as running a national one. I'm practically a one-man shop. Sure I have assistants, but they're young and not very professional. I practically do everything there. And on top of that, I think she's been cheating on me."
"Curtis, I'll see what I can do. And I mean that. But first thing is, you have to file a missing person's report..... And you'll have to face reality. Truth is, and I hate to say it cause we are friends, but there IS the possibility that Susan ran off with another guy; if she's cheating on you." Replied Andersson.
"I know, I know. But since I'm her husband, I'd like to think that she'd at least have the decency to leave me a letter or at the very least, a phone call. You know what I mean?"
Andersson nodded.
"I sure do, Curtis." Replied Andersson.
Truth was, Andersson didn't really think of Curtis as a friend. The two met in High School. Curtis was never really one of the guys. But he was generally well-mannered and helped out those he knew with small favors. Curtis drove Andersson home one night after Andersson got drunk off his ass! As far as Andersson was concerned, he owed Curtis a favor that he never got the chance to pay back. He thought of Curtis as an aquaintence, but definitely not as a friend. Still, either way; it's not fun seeing someone's marriage crumble before your eyes when you personally know them.
Andersson finished up his lunch, and drove Curtis to the Sheriff's office to file the missing person's report. He was polite enough not to put Curtis in the back seat like some sort of suspect.
An hour later, Andersson checked out an address that Curtis had given him. He had found it in his wife's purse, and thought that it might belong to her new Lover. Andersson wasn't too familiar with that part of town. When he got to the address, he doubled checked it. But he was at the right place. The address belonged to an empty lot. The place was run down. Andersson decided to investigate anyway. Since he still owed Curtis, he wanted to do a thorough job. The place was overgrown. But Andersson spotted something that definitely looked out of place. As he moved the fresh dirt aside, it became clear that he had stumbled onto a fresh, shallow grave.
He had no clue what was buried there. Just below the dirt was a large, black, garbage bag. It could have been anything inside. Most likely, someone's dog had died; and they brought it to this abandoned lot to bury it. Andersson reached into his pocket and pulled out his Swiss Army Knife. It was one of the thinner models. Unfolding the main blade, Andersson began to carefully cute open the garbage bag.....
You know, it's funny. He actually expected to find a dead dog in that bag..... After getting over the initial shock, Andersson called it in. He had no clue how he was going to explain to Curtis that his wife's naked body was found buried in a shallow grave; with a bullet hole in the middle of her skull.
"Oh crap! Now I'm going to have to tell him about the garbage bag too!" Thought Andersson.
He realized that her murder was the main thing. Still, how DO you tell a man that the most important thing in his Life was not only destroyed, but tossed out like so much garbage?
Ironically, Andersson would now be able to more than make up for that one time he had asked Curtis for a favor. Susan was no longer missing. Andersson was the one who found her body. Curtis would no longer have to worry about where his missing wife was. From now on, she'd be at the morgue, then the funeral home, and finally; six feet under.
Andersson felt as though he was trapped in a nightmare...... Funny how he had no clue just how bad it was really going to get.
Monocrom,
I must say, you have a fantastic story going here. I love your work (I have delayed my sign-up, but have been faithfully lurking): your vampire fiction and your short stories are always well-written, and are written from the heart.
I hope you keep writing, not only for the BBS users, but for yourself as well. An artist who doesn't do the art for himself does not truly master his skills, or fully appreciate the effort it takes. :)
My mouth hurts so much now, as my teeth are slowly shifting back into place.
Remember to wear your retainer EVERY night kids.
Lucky for me this story took my mind off the pain, but now that I'm done, the pain is back.
GIMMIE MORE PAINKILLERS MONO!!!
Well, you've broken the non-violent streak. Back to good old death and corpses found in empty lots. This whole random killer dude is confusing me though. I'm not quite sure how he relates to everything.
Thanks for giving us more story goodness, and I'm eagerly awaiting the next chapter.
Good old comments. :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To: ArmandoMorat -
I appreciate the kind words. I plan to contiune with my Writing, once this story is over. But am honestly not sure as to where I shall continue. I'll let my faithful readers know when I decide. Thanks again.
_______________
To: The-Omnipresence -
Had no clue my stories were good enough to kill the pain. I would give you more, right away..... but my chapters are Prescription-Strength; and I don't want you to OD. ;)
_______________
To: Sainth -
Rest assured that the "random killer," is not so random. His action relate to the story. That will become clear, later on.
Got to read up on the stuff I've been missing out on, during my prolonged absence.
Very, very, very cool stuff, I gotta say.
Sure, I was a tad confused when "i" almost turned down a night of naughtyness with Jen (preggers, huzzah! No more rubbers and what not :D), but the ghost-issue cleared that up nicely.
The plot definitely thickens. Wonder if the old geezer that skipped town is a murder suspect, now that we're pretty sure that the imprisoned "rapist" is probably far more innocent than he seemed...
Oh, and the "he missed the woman's eye by a few inches" bit was awesome, in a horrible way :P I kinda figured he was just trying to scare her a bit, shooting for the pillow and what not...but apparently he missed her eye on the OTHER side.
Like I said, very nice stuff, I'm totally digging it.
got back when I thought I would, on the 10th, thought I would save my comments until the next chapter, but it hasn't come yet!
hope you are doing alright Mono.
Arguing on the Internet is like running in the Special Olympics. Even if you win, you are still a retard.
At 12/21/07 01:41 AM, Lord-Macer wrote: got back when I thought I would, on the 10th, thought I would save my comments until the next chapter, but it hasn't come yet!
hope you are doing alright Mono.
UPDATE:
~~~~~~~~~
I'm doing better than before. Sorry for the lack of chapters the past couple of weeks. Real life became very busy for me, and I had to attend to other things. Rest assured that I have not forgotten about this thread or my loyal Readers. Now that things have stablized a bit for me, expect new chapters to come about once a week until the story ends. (Which will actually be soon).
Next chapter = Before Wed. night.
Happy Holidays to all of my loyal Readers. :)
At 12/24/07 12:28 AM, Monocrom wrote:
Happy Holidays to all of my loyal Readers. :)
I thought it said "Royal Readers"
HAR!
Oh and good to see you.
NEW UPDATE:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hope you guys don't get too upset with me, but something has come up that will prevent me from posting the next chapter until Saturday.
It's something that can't be helped. I'd rather not get into the details. But if I could post before the weekend, I would.
Sorry for the delay, and thanks for understanding. Your patience will be rewarded. Once again, sorry.
It's ok, I understand.
We all understand, right guys?
Im going to go punch stuff now.
At 12/30/07 03:04 AM, The-Omnipresence wrote: It's ok, I understand.
We all understand, right guys?
Thanks for that. There WILL be a new chapter tomorrow. Expect to get a PM from me, soon.
--- Chapter 19: Part I ---
Donald Duck is Insane
_______________________________
2007
Sheriff Andersson woke up from the nightmare he had. Ozcar's visit had brought back so many bad memories for him. Andersson did something he never did before..... He got up, got dressed, and went to Carmilla's place.
She was surprised to see him. But quickly greeted him with a warm smile.
"Can I come in?" Asked Andersson
"Sure." She replied.
Andersson sat on the couch. Carmilla, in her night gown, sat next to him.
"I really don't know why I came here." Admitted Andersson.
"Well, that's just the sort of thing every woman wants to hear when a man drops by unexpected at her place." She replied.
The comment was meant as a bit of a joke. You know, to put our good Sheriff at ease. But it didn't turn out that way. She stopped him from leaving. When he sat back down, she stood behind him, and began rubbing his tense shoulders. She had a special touch. Something beyond being a caring nurse. Good thing she had morals. Otherwise she'd easily be able to manipulate any man into doing what she wanted..... But in this case, she wanted Andersson to relax, and tell her what was on his mind.
"That doctor.... mister..... whatever, Nuwai came to see me. All he wanted to talk about was that damn house."
She paused, but only for a moment. She knew what that house represented to Andersson..... She wasn't the only one.
"Don't let it upset you. That was so long ago." She said.
"No.... Not THAT long ago. Feels like only a couple of years ago. That's what it feels like. I get so tired, I sometimes fall asleep for just a moment behind my desk. Sometimes I wake up, and I actually wonder why I'm dressed in the Sheriff's clothes. And every once in a while, I worry what he'll say when he catches me wearing them. And then it hits me..... That's not something I have to worry about. But you know what the fun part is..... If I tell anyone about it, I don't get to be Sheriff anymore."
She sat down next to him, again.
"Well..... It's a good thing no one will ever know about that." She replied.
She gently stroked his hair, before lowering his head onto her chest. It didn't take long before the exhausted Sheriff fell asleep. She held him, for awhile; before gently placing him down onto her soft couch. She covered him with a blanket. Even if she didn't have the next day off, she would still have stayed up to watch over him. She didn't need to worry. Carmilla was a natural at keeping nightmares away.
* * * * * * * *
Ozcar was very excited about the discovery they had made in the house. His research about the past was fruitless. But it was very clear that the ghosts were slowly vanishing from the house.
"I just don't understand why. And why now?" Asked positively-negative.
"Sadly, you will have to wrap your mind around the fact that there are still many mysteries in the Universe that elude us." Replied Ozcar, as the three men sat in their SUV.
"But you must have some idea, or theory as to what's happening in that place." said positively-negative.
"Some believe in a creature that, for lack of a better word, 'eats' spirits when they become too weak. A creature that feeds on them. Some say it's a spirit that escorts them to a better place. Others believe in a Grim Reaper for those who are already dead. They get taken to a place of nothingness. They just blink out of existence."
"What do YOU believe?" Asked Mal.
"I believe it's time for lunch." Replied Ozcar.
As the SUV slowly pulled out of their driveway, Jen and Link talked about breaking the good news to their daughters.
"Well, at least they don't have to share the baby anymore." Said Link with a smile.
Jen couldn't help smiling back.
"They do love playing with their baby brother, don't they." She replied.
"Why not. He rarely cries, he's well-behaved..... I think you gave birth to a future accountant." Said link, with an broader smile.
"Just think; five more and you'll have enough to form a baseball team." Said Jen.
"Yeah......."
"I was kidding." Replied Jen, pretending to be annoyed.
"I know..... It's going to get a bit tough to rent out a room with a baby and one on the way. Let's forget about getting a Boarder. Besides, with your brains, I'm sure we can balance the budget to still live comfortably."
"Wow..... Aren't you just the Sweet-Talker." Said Jen in a sarcastic but playful way.
"Oh, I bought something yesterday for the new baby. Tell me what you think of it?" Said Link, as he pulled out a stuffed toy from behind the counter.
"I think it'll make a better gift for the baby we have who actually has hands to hold onto toys. Or perhaps you have an idea for somehow Fed-Exing it inside my tummy?"
"Okay, okay. Perhaps I jumped the gun. Just a bit." Replied Link.
"What is it supposed to be, anyway?" Asked Jen.
"Can't you tell? .... It's Donald Duck."
"He looks insane." Replied Jen, clearly a bit creeped out.
--- Chapter 19 : Part II ---
_______________________
1995
Despite the fact that the Sheriff took pity on deputy Andersson, and made it clear that he would not have to break the tragic news to Curtis; Andersson insisted on being the one to do it. The detectives arrived at the crime scene and spoke with Andersson. There wasn't much to tell.
Andersson got into his cruiser and made his way back into town. That was one hell of a lonely ride. It seemed to last hours. Once again, something just didn't feel right. (It's actually a bit ironic that the future Sheriff really had no clue what was happening. I think that's the sad part).
Walking into the building that housed the town's local newspaper, Andersson was escorted into the Editor's office.
"Thanks Carol, you can head home. I'll take care of the rest." Said Curtis.
The young teenager smiled before leaving.
"I don't think you came here to give me good news, Anderson."
"No." Replied the deputy.
"Let me guess, you found her. And she's shacked up with some new guy, right?"
"No." Replied the deputy.
"You didn't find her?" Asked Curtis.
"Oh, I found her..... I'm sorry. I wish I was better at this. But I figured you'd prefer to hear it from a friend..... Susan was killed. The detectives are investigating. And she wasn't killed, accidentally. That address you found in her purse, turns out her body was dumped there. I'm so sorry."
The Editor's jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
"Are you Sure, Andersson?"
"I'm afraid so, Curtis. It's obviously Susan's body. Like I said, the detectives are investigating. Whoever did this, won't get away with it."
"I appreciate you telling me this, Andersson. In a weird way, it feels better coming from such a good friend."
Curtis got up from behind his desk. He walked over to the window, and stood in front of it; with his back towards Andersson.
"Do the detectives have any leads at all?" He asked the deputy.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. But perhaps you can help with that."
"I'm sorry, Andersson. I think my wife may have been cheating on me with more than just one man. I tried to make our marriage work. She was just so unreasonable at times. You know, that time she insisted I dress up as a rapist..... That was her idea. I didn't really want to do it. She insisted. I'm glad you stopped her. Oh, there were other moments. Other things she insisted I do. And all the while she was cheating on me. Even before she ran off, she still pretended to love me. if she had just stayed and been honest with me. Perhaps we could have worked things out. Hell of a way to go..... just wrapped in a trash bag and dumped like that."
"Curtis...... I never told you her body was found in a garbage bag." Replied Andersson.
"Oh..... You didn't? How silly of me." Said Curtis in an extremely calm voice, as he still faced the window.
Andersson drew his .38 and pointed it at the newspaper Editor.
"Get your hands up, Curtis!" Shouted Andersson.
"You really going to shoot me?"
"Only if you don't follow my orders." Replied the deputy.
Curtis did as he was told. He slowly turned to face Andersson.
"It's a funny old world..... isn't it. I remember the night you called me..... Told me there was a party. You know, for just a brief moment; I thought that one of the cool kids was inviting me over. Then you told me how you were ready to leave the party. But were too drunk to drive. You called, just so I could drive you home. I was upset, but I figured why not! You were so grateful when I dropped you off. Not sure if it was the booze talking, or you. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Looks like you're not going to be returning the favor."
"You killed your wife, Curtis! You honestly expect me to say, 'Okay, you get a freebie this time.' Is that what you expect?"
"Silly Andersson..... Don't you want to know why? I'll tell you. It's because I loved her. You would not believe the perverted things she made me do, just to keep her happy. The fake rapes, those were the times she was feeling only alittle kinky. That time you caught us? She only pretended to be upset. Want to know what she wanted, after you left? She wanted me to get a cop uniform from a costume shop. Wanted me to pretend to be Big Bad Andersson. Do I really have to tell you what she wanted me to do with the fake Service Revolver? I tried to tell her that real officers used guns with 4-inch barrels. But she insisted on one with a FULL 6 inches..... Anything to keep her happy."
"I really don't need to be hearing all of this, Curtis." Replied Andersson.
"Oh, but I want you to know. She even wanted to try a three-some. Pretty tame for Susan. I didn't like the idea of sharing her with another guy. To my surprise, she wanted a girl to join us. I was even more surprised when it turned out to be the girl who makes the calzones at the Pizza place. At first, even I was getting into it. But then, I guess the girl got caught up in the moment. She kissed me, on the lips. Susan just stopped what she was doing. The kiss bothered her. THAT, bothered her! Next thing I know, Susan starts choking the life out of her. I had to step in. Couple of days later, the little bitch called and said she'd go to the cops if we didn't give her cold, hard cash. Susan didn't know what to do."
"But you did, didn't you Curtis."
"Oh yes, like I said; I love my wife."
"Then why did you kill her too?" Asked Andersson.
"Because she was ungrateful! ...... It actually bothered her. All the perverted things she made me do. She didn't care about me. All she ever wanted was to get off. She didn't care who's penis it was..... just as long as one was there to satisfy her; the way SHE wanted. She never cared about me. She never cheated on me. But only because I never said 'no' to her or her sick fantasies. To keep me happy, she would sometimes toss me a bone. We'd have normal sex..... You should have seen the look on her face, when I told her what I did. She was actually disgusted. Made me promise I'd turn myself in. But before that, I asked if she'd like to try something new. So I tied her up for the first time. She said she liked it. Blindfolded her for the first time. She said she liked that too..... Put a bullet in her skull..... for the first time. She didn't say if she liked that though."
"You're coming with me." Said Andersson.
"Wait, I still haven't told you about the time she made me dress up like Donald Duck....."
"Damn it Curtis, shut up! You're going away for a long time." Replied Andersson.
"You didn't read me my rights, deputy. Can't use anything I just told you. No one would believe you anyway. They'll think you're the one who's crazy."
"There's a witness who saw you kill that girl." Said Andersson.
"Oh, the old man who's supposed to be away for a few weeks. I killed him too. Made him call up his roomate first. Funny what people will do with a gun at their head."
What Andersson said next would be one of the biggest mistakes of his Life. He'd pay for that mistake. But he wouldn't be the only one.....
Select between 5 monster racers, upgrade your monster skill and win the competition!
4.18 / 5.00 3,534 Views
Build most powerful forces, unleash hordes of monster and control your soldiers!
3.80 / 5.00 4,200 Views
© Copyright 1995-2014 Newgrounds, Inc. All rights reserved. Privacy Policy | Terms of Use
newgrounds.com — Your #1 online entertainment & artist community! All your base are belong to us.
