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I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. | Every town has a history. A long time ago, in a little town called Mayfield, there was a house. A foul evil house. During the summer of 1942, a child killer was loose in Mayfield. He murdered, and mutilated little girls. Pretty little girls. He skinned them alive. They screamed. Exquisite screams. He loved it. He loved the coppery smell of blood. He loved the consistency of intestines. He chose an abandoned house for his nighttime activities. He taunted the Mayfield Police Department. He taunted them with letters. Letters scrawled in Blood. Innocent blood. But, he got sloppy. So sloppy, that the Police eventually caught him. He was put away for a very long time. All public records were wiped out about the heinous crimes committed in the house to protect the honor of the dozens of innocent victims; so the town can forget the Mayfield Murders. The house was refurbished, painted. Twenty years later, it was sold to a family. The Pretorius Family. Emma and Edward Pretorius fell in love with the house. As soon as they saw it, they had to have it. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a spacious living room, and kitchen. They moved in. Emma and Edward had two beautiful children, Matthew and Julie. Matthew was long, slender, and athletic. Julie was petite, neat, and so sweet. There were good times; then as time went on there were bad times. Edward lost his job at the laboratory. He began drinking heavily, drinking to forget. Emma tried to give Edward moral support, but he ignored her, lashed at her, and beat her. Edward slowly started to lose his sanity. Emma was contemplating divorcing Edward. One dark, raining night; she decided to tell him. Edward became angry, and beat Emma within an inch of her life. Broken teeth, ruptured spleen, broken arm. Broken woman. The children were upstairs crying for their mommy. Edward, still enraged, grabbed the ax from the tool shed. That night, the house became a centerpiece of death. He chopped and chopped and chopped his dear Emma into pieces. Edward went to see the children upstairs. He chopped up Julie. He chopped up Matthew. Two lives lost. Two innocent lives. Two candles snuffed out in their prime. Edward walked back downstairs to the living room. He began to see visions. Visions of children. He hears loud banging. Banging, banging, banging. ?Police? he hears. The Police break open the door. To their horror, they see Dr. Edward Pretorius covered in gore. His family?s gore. Edward is not well. Not well at all. Edward was put away. He resided at Silent View Asylum for the Criminally Insane for about twenty years, then committed suicide. Emma and the children were buried. Their bodies were at rest, but what about their souls? Their spirits. Their restless spirits.
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This is fast paced, in and out type of story...
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The hospital was quiet, as it always was, during the graveyard shift. It was Frank James? first job; he had graduated from Dark Falls University. Frank received an associate?s degree in mythology, but found that he really couldn?t do anything with such a degree nowadays. Frank needed employment, so he checked the classifieds for a suitable job. He needed a night shift, to attend the local vocational school during the day, to learn a trade, maybe electronics or computers. He applied at Warner Guard Services, a security business that specialized in hospitals, office buildings, and live events. He did very well during the two-week training course, and started working the night shift at the Dark Falls Mental Institution. It wasn?t a bad job, thought Frank, though he hated the uniform, too tight fitting. Drab gray polyester shirt and slacks, with blue stripes down the sleeves and legs. A little tin badge, a long black Mag flashlight, a gray baseball cap with ?Warner Guard Services? embroidered on the front. Uncomfortable, tight black shoes, and a leather utility belt complete with handcuffs, a set of keys, and pepper spray completed the uniform. | The main reason Frank disliked the uniform was because it hung on his thin frame, like a wet, silk shirt on a hanger. Frank had always been small for his age, and height. He felt he was too skinny. At age twenty-three, he sometimes resembled a fifteen-year-old. He weighed one hundred twenty pounds, had dirty blond hair, and freckles peppered his face. His skin was so pale; he looked like a ghost. Stringy arms and wiry-hairy legs didn?t help either. Franked liked the twelve-to-eight shift, because it was quiet, nothing ever happened on his shift. Patients, being heavily sedated, slept through the night. The night shift normally consisted of two hospital employees, and him. After all, it was a small town hospital. Sometimes, not often though, police would bring in some vagrant or drifter, usually high on some narcotic, and too dangerous to be in lock up. The next morning, hospital administrators would examine these individuals, and admit them. One Sunday night, around two in the morning, Frank was sitting at his station, reading a Stephen King novel called ?Storm Of The Century? when he heard approaching footsteps. He looked up, and saw Officer Jim Grady, with a handcuffed prisoner. Frank stood up. ?Need help?? Frank was talking to Jim, but looking at the prisoner. ?Not really. He?s handcuffed.? Replied Jim. ?So, what we got here?? ?Just some drifter. High on cocaine and PCP. Too dangerous to put in lock up with the other fine citizens, so I figured a nice rubber room will do until tomorrow.? ?Okay, fill this out, and we?ll put him in room 2-A.? Frank pushed the paperwork across the table to Jim. The table was bare, except for an old used coffee maker, a Batman pencil holder, a coffee cup, packets of stale sugar, some security papers, a calendar, and an old phone with the big push buttons. As Jim filled out the paperwork with his right hand, holding the prisoner with his left, Frank studied the drifter. The drifter looked like he just crawled out of the sewer. He smelled horrible, and was covered from head to toe in filth. For the most part, the drifter was quiet, except for when he?d mumble some incoherent nonsense, or laugh to himself. After filling out the necessary papers, Jim and Frank escorted the drifter, Roy, to room 2-A. As they walked down the hallway, the phone rang. ?You got him? I have to answer that. They?re checking in on me, making sure I don?t fall asleep.? Said Frank as he started jogging back towards the desk. ?Yeah, I got him, go ahead. We?ll wait for you, right Roy?? Roy mumbled. Frank answered the phone, checked in, and started walking towards them. Frank heard a scream. Roy jumped on Jim, biting his neck. Frank grabbed his pepper spray from his belt loop, and started running towards the skirmish. Jim was bleeding profusely from his neck. Roy stopped biting, looked up, grabbed the keys to the handcuffs, and started running down the hall, with blood dripping down his chin. By the time Frank reached Jim, the drifter was gone, through the double doors. Frank knelt down next to Jim. ?How bad Jim?? ?Pretty bad. Losing too much blood,? handing his revolver to Frank, Jim said ?Take my .38, go after him. Don?t let him get away.? Frank took a handkerchief, and put it to Jim?s throat. ?Did you lock the front door?? It was standard procedure, whenever you brought in a prisoner this late at night, but Frank had to ask. ?Yes. Yes I did, now go.? Frank grabbed Jim?s radio, called it in, and gave chase, gun in hand. The .38 Magnum felt heavy in Frank?s right hand. He held the flashlight in his left. As he slowly crept down the hall, He thought about the nurse on duty, Susan and Willie, the night janitor. He knew Willie was probably in the basement, but Susan could be anywhere. Dark Falls Mental Institution has two floors. The first floor is comprised of administrative offices, employee lounge, and equipment facilities. The second floor is comprised of patient rooms, pharmacy, and a security and nurse?s station. Susan was probably on the first floor, updating patient records. Frank was now on the first floor, and so was the drifter. Frank, until backup came, had to get Susan and himself out of there. He also had to try and catch Roy, who was out of his restraints. Frank crept slowly down the corridor, revolver in hand. He started checking the administrative rooms first. He checked room 101, which was empty, except for a desk, a lamp, a chair, and a filing cabinet. He checked room 102, which was also empty. As he was opening room 112, he heard a scream. He looked down the hall, and saw Susan struggling with Roy. Roy had an ax, which he must?ve gotten from the emergency fire station. Susan had one hand on the handle, the other keeping Roy at bay. Frank began to run to her aid. Susan lost her grip on the handle, and Roy swung the ax at her head, barely missing her. She felt the ax slicing through the air, hitting the wall above her head. Susan sees Frank, and starts to run to him. ?Get down.? Yells Frank, as he raises the gun to eye level. Susan stopped, and throws herself on the floor. Roy is almost on her, ax in hand, and ready to swing. Frank fires all six rounds. Three ping around Roy, two hit their mark. Roy is hit, one in the right shoulder, and one grazes his face. Roy dropped the fire ax, and fell to his knees. Blood was seeping from his wounds. Frank went to Susan?s side. She had some bruises, but was otherwise fine. In the background sirens, police or ambulance, pierced the night. Holding his facial wound, with his right hand, Roy grabbed the ax, got up, and started running towards them screaming. Frank looked up, raised the revolver, and pulled the trigger. Empty, no more rounds. Roy was almost on them. Frank pushed Susan away, and put his arms up in a defensive position. As Roy swung the ax, Frank caught it coming down from the handle. Both men start struggling, to see who will gain the upper hand. Frank knees Roy in the ribs, but Roy doesn?t loosen his grip. Frank lets go of the handle, and with his free hand, strikes Roy on the side of the face with his gun. Roy howls with pain, but never loosens his tight grip on the weapon. Roy pulls harder, gaining the upper hand. Frank jumps back. Roy, with ax in hand, swings the weapon directly at Frank?s head. Just as Roy comes down with the ax, from behind, the police open fire, and hit Roy in the back several times. Roy falls on Frank. Both men tumble down to the floor. Outside, as the ambulance wheels Roy?s body away, Frank answers the police?s questions. He explained how the whole incident had begun simple enough. He asked about Officer Jim Grady. Jim was going to survive, but it would be a long time before he will recuperate. Susan?s cuts and bruises were treated, and both were released. Frank was a hero, and after the smoked cleared, was promoted, and transferred to an office building. He did finish school, and eventually got a job with a computer firm. Susan also transferred, to a county hospital. They keep in touch, and from time to time, they go out and have dinner. Officer Grady eventually healed, and is back out on the street patrolling the little town of Dark Falls.
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Into the Darkness game...
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I'm currently desinging a new deck game called "Into the Darkness". The rules and goal is simple. you must defeat your opponent. each player gets character cards, weapon cards, armor cards, and health cards. Each character card has hit points, agility, and a dark coin value. The agility determines how fast a character is, thus, which player attacks first. The dark coin comes into play when that character is defeated. The dark coin is the number of points that character is worth. the goal of each player is to reach 150 points. I'm hammering out the details, but look for it soon.
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