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One day I was walking my dog and I tripped on a mysterious rock. It looked strange instead of pointy sides it had round sides not a part of it could hurt you. So I tucked the rock in my pocket and continued walking home. When I got home I put the rock on the counter and let my dog walk into the living room and I went to my room and fell asleep. I woke up from a mysterious clinging noise. I walked down the wooden unsturdy stairs. (creek) (creek) I turned the light on and nothing was there. But the rock… it was missing!
I searched everywhere... The cabinets, the floors, the tables, on top of the TV. (Slam!) my door shut. “Hello?” “Is anyone here?” I whispered in a low voice so I wouldn’t give any signs I was there. I was scared. In fact I was horrified. I turned on my lights and everything was there. Not one thing was harmed. Except for some lipstick... Then I trepadatiously read the words on the wall in red cherry lipstick it said: “If you want your rock back check the bathroom...” So I checked the bathroom and inside was my rock shoved down my dogs throat and his eyes ripped out. “Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I went to wake up my dad and when I pulled the covers off there was….
5 Big stab marks on each of them. I cried and cried and called the police but the worse things hadn't even happened yet. Right as I was about to call the police the phone turned off. I went to go check the power box and the telephone wire was cut. I panicked and tried to stay quiet. Suddenly the door made a sound. I tried to get out but but the door was locked. Now I was inside the basement with a serial killer. I heard foot steps coming from down the stairs I realized I had a emergency knife next to me hanging on the wall. So carefully (Ching) I grabbed the knife and the footsteps were coming up the stairs where I was. I took a deep breath and held it for as long as I could. This moment was the judgement of life or death.
1 mistake could end my life. The killer was so close I could see his mask and hear him breathing. (BOOM!) He stabbed the wall right next to my head. As he walked down the stairs I tripped him and he rolled down the stairs. I jumped off the wall and landed on him. (POUND!) (POUND!) Was the feeling that his chest was taking. Only it wasn’t a punch or kick or poke. I stabbed him to death. I took his body and threw it in pearl harbor.
I vowed to never speak of this again.
Good luck going to sleep!
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Title:
The Mysterious Rock...
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Artist:
Mike Uzuma
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Description:
Another Scary Story I wrote about a boy and a strange rock...
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Date:
12/06/2010
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Tags:
mysterious
rock
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