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The tattel tales of the night.
Author Daniel G.
It was midnight one of the worst things and most commen things to start out with a story like this but here it goes.
It was midnight I woke up thirsty from the summers dry night air. I couldn't stand it I went down the hall way tovia kitchen not to wake a soul.
I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water out of the fossit. I noticed in the window five fingers and a palm of a hand with nothing else to be.
Just there like it was watching me but with no eyes or a brain like it wanted something but nothing at the same time.
I was about to wake every one by a chilling scream but told meself not to. Just incase i scared the thing away.
I waved and did everything I could to make it move but it never did. I went and turned off the lights and then back on but was still there.
I thought about chasing it though the night but maybe that's what it wanted.
I walked to the dresser of my bed room to put on a par of jeans and a tee shirt and socks and shoes. I grabed my Bee-Bee gun also.
I ran back to the kitchen saying to myself I'm one of the biggest idiots in life.
I went though the door of the kitchen and ran fast. Went on the side of the house to see the hand plastered to the window i said " HEY!!". It jumped wright off the window and fell on the ground to be walking on its fingers right up to me i kicked it. It flu acrossed the yard and charged again and at that moment in time i got my advantage to stab it with the end of my bee-bee gun. No blood ever seemed to creep out of the creacher i never new why.
I ran in side the house to put the hand in a shoe box knowing i would get big bucks for this in the news and picture would be worth millions.
I stuck the shoe box under the porch and went to bed. I awoke next morn wondered if it was all real.
I went out side to see the shoe box with the lid tilted off to the side and i said " no its gone".
Author Daniel G.
It was midnight one of the worst things and most commen things to start out with a story like this but here it goes.
It was midnight I woke up thirsty from the summers dry night air. I couldn't stand it I went down the hall way tovia kitchen not to wake a soul.
I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water out of the fossit. I noticed in the window five fingers and a palm of a hand with nothing else to be.
Just there like it was watching me but with no eyes or a brain like it wanted something but nothing at the same time.
I was about to wake every one by a chilling scream but told meself not to. Just incase i scared the thing away.
I waved and did everything I could to make it move but it never did. I went and turned off the lights and then back on but was still there.
I thought about chasing it though the night but maybe that's what it wanted.
I walked to the dresser of my bed room to put on a par of jeans and a tee shirt and socks and shoes. I grabed my Bee-Bee gun also.
I ran back to the kitchen saying to myself I'm one of the biggest idiots in life.
I went though the door of the kitchen and ran fast. Went on the side of the house to see the hand plastered to the window i said " HEY!!". It jumped wright off the window and fell on the ground to be walking on its fingers right up to me i kicked it. It flu acrossed the yard and charged again and at that moment in time i got my advantage to stab it with the end of my bee-bee gun. No blood ever seemed to creep out of the creacher i never new why.
I ran in side the house to put the hand in a shoe box knowing i would get big bucks for this in the news and picture would be worth millions.
I stuck the shoe box under the porch and went to bed. I awoke next morn wondered if it was all real.
I went out side to see the shoe box with the lid tilted off to the side and i said " no its gone".
Ivan
