It Was A Dark and Stormy
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled like
the wolves that
lurked the streets.
It was the year 1891. A man named "Four Fingered" Frank, a
photographer, was killed that night, apparently by natural causes. That
was what happened. Or was it?
100 years later, year 1991...
"Jeff, stop doing that! You know
I don't like when you creep up on me
like that!" I yelled. "Well sorry Mr. Sentsitive! Geez, Mike! You're
scared of everything," he said. In a way he was sort of right. I am a
bit of a scaredy cat.
Well... You'll see!" I replied, walking away.
halloween I was going to prove to him that I wouldn't jump out of my
skin (if you know what I mean). I know that he'll try to pull some
crazy prank on me. I wasn't going to fall for it this year.
All the rest of the
day I worked on not being scared. I didn't know
if this would help, but I figures that it would do any harm. And
finally the time came to put on my skeleton costume and walk out that
door. I had been walking for about ten minutes when I began to hear
foot steps behind me. I glanced over my shoulder. It was someone in a
photographer costume. "Real spooky prank he's planning," I thought,
I heard someone yell. That was the last thing I