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this is the first chapter of a horror story im writing.


1

“Tick tock!” said The Doughyman “Time is running out!” He walked around the house holding a large butcher’s knife. He held the knife up in the air as if preparing to slash at an unseen foe. He swung at the light bulb, it shattered and the room went dark. Shards of glass fell to the ground, and as The Doughyman walked, it made a satisfying crunch under his immense body. “I grow quite tired of your foolish games, you and I both know that you cannot escape me!” The doughyman cried. The Doughyman began to walk up the stairs to the second floor, the steps groaning under his tremendous weight.
“You need not be afraid!” he said, knife in hand with an evil smirk across his face.

Meanwhile a young man, about 18 years old hid in his bedroom with the door locked. He stood up and took a deep breath. There was a cold sweat running down his cheeks. He began to walk across the room towards the door in order to listen to his assailant’s approach. He put his head up to the door. He heard silence. He was just about to open the door when a knife flew through the wood. He jerked his head back, but not quickly enough. The tip of the knife pierced the skin on his forehead and blood began to flow down his face. He quickly reeled back and ran to the window. He attempted to open it but it was stuck. “DAMN WINDOW!” he shouted as he heard a large body hurling itself at the door in an effort to break it down.

“Brian, foolish boy!” chuckled The Doughyman “It was quick and painless for your parents, don’t be afraid!”. He charged at the door again, this time the wood shattered under his weight and he nearly fell over. “My parents? This is my chance!” Brian thought to himself as he grabbed a chair. Brian ran to the large man and hit him on the back of the head with the chair. The Doughyman laughed and stood up. Brian ran back to the window and hit it repeatedly with the chair until the window broke. “Fool!” said the Doughyman “you can’t escape! My Master Will not allow it. You will die, wether it is now or later!”

“I’m the fool?” said Brian as he climbed out the window onto the roof above the front porch, the blood from his forehead dripping down his face, staining the collar of his white t-shirt red. “You thought I would just give up? Think again!” said Brian as he picked up a large shard of glass and threw it at The Doughyman. The glass hit The Doughyman in the leg. “Was that meant to hurt?” said The Doughyman in an icy tone “YOU WILL KNOW PAIN!” he screamed as he threw the knife straight throught the window frame. The knife just cut into the skin of Brian’s left arm and flew into the street. Brian screamed as blood ran out of the deep cut in his arm. He staggered backward as if he were going to escape. The Doughyman walked towards the window.
Brian felt himself on the edge of the roof. He looked and gasped. He looked at the Doughyman and fell backwards with a Short scream. The scream was followed by a thud as Brian landed in the bushes in front of his house. Then silence.

The Doughyman looked pleased with himself and climbed down the stairs. He walked past the bloody corpses of Brian’s parents in the kitchen. “Please master. May I have a little snack?” He spoke as if to himself, then paused for a moment “Oh thank you master! Thank you!” He went to the drawer and pulled out a knife and approached the bodies. “A delicious treat for me!” While The Doughyman cut pieces off the bodies for later consumption, there was a stirring in the bushes out front. Brian crawled out of the bushes, bleeding from his forehead, arm , and mouth. He was bruised all over, but not seriously injured. He got up and looked through the living room window and saw the gruesome scene in the kitchen. He let out a stifled scream as he covered his mouth and began to run to the police station.

The Doughyman finished his snack. He went out into the garage by means of the side door. “Ah, this will do nicely” he said as he picked up a canister of Gasoline and a book of matches. He went back to the kitchen and poured the gasoline on the bodies and all around the kitchen. He then stepped out the back door and struck a match. “So much fun” he said as he tossed the match. He walked along the side of the house until he came to the front. It began to rain. He looked in the bush to see his latest victim. “WHAT!? NO!” he screamed as he realized the the boy had escaped. Smoke began to pour out the back of the house, and with it the smell of burning flesh. “Oh dear!” said The Doughyman “I had better leave before the neighbors find out.” At that he Walked out to the sidewalk and walked away casually as if nothing had happened.


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*nod nod* Pretty good! I like it! ^_^

thank you all for your reviews, i will try to have the next chapter up soon.