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He walked down the narrow path in the heavy rain he looked back and saw nothing. He heard a scream, he ran looking back every few seconds. He turned around a corner and bumped into a figure, he looked up at the figure “please sir help me I heard a scream I’m scared please sir help me” the boy looked back then turned back round and the figure replied “kill…kill…kill”. The boy ran back the other way not turning back breathing heavily. He finally came to a fence and hopped over it, only to see the figure standing there…..
“Tom son wake up time for school” she said gently. He got up slowly and crouched down the stairs, he sat down and ate his breakfast half dressed with his shirt half buttoned his tie hanging over his shoulder. He pulled him self together and set out to school knowing that today was going to be a bad day because he had a big math exam ahead.
He heard a voice from behind he turned back to have a look no one was there. He heard a voice again “hey tom wait up!” he looked back it was Sam, they walked to school together. When they got there they went straight to registration, while tom was sitting there he heard voices in his head.
All the voices sounded familiar as if they were his friend’s voices. But then he heard a voice say “death is coming” tom looked behind him sharply but there was no one there he turned back round there was a body there he looked up to see his teachers face. “Spacing out in class again are we?” He said “no sir” he replied quietly Mr. Batch replied quickly “good” he turned and walked away
It was time to go to lesson 1 as tom was walking he heard more voices, he then heard that one that said “death is coming” he turned back to only see a lot of kid’s coming the same way as him. He got to first lesson which was math which meant that it was exam time.
Tom sat and done his exam listening to the voices in his head he heard people trying to work out answers he as specially listened to the smartest person in classes to help him with the test. Suddenly he heard that voice again “death is coming”.
Tom walked though the narrow hall way he looked back and saw a black figure following him. Tom began to run then the figure ran after him he carried on running. He heard a lot of voices in his head by this time his head started to hurt. The figure was still chasing him tom turned a corner to a class room and hid in it.
- Title: stalker
- Artist: x-iiCona
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Description:
i wrote it coz i got rly rly rly bored :D...im not done yet tho....and if u dont understand some termz i used sorry
- Date: 12/15/2008
- Tags: stalker
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Comments (7 Comments)
- humpty_bumpty - 04/09/2009
- very good. but maybe, and i am just throwing this out there and i know it is in the improvement stage, give a litle more about the character, just atiny bit so that we know he hasn't been hearing these things for awhile or they com and go. but toher then that really this was agood story
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- iRockChick-X - 12/22/2008
- very gripping story ..lots & lots of short sentences that help build the suspense up ...enjoyed it lotsies ^^
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- x-iiCona - 12/16/2008
- thanx 4 the commentz biggrin and im not done DX
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- User_15318397 - 12/16/2008
- i didnt read it cuz i dont like reading and itz to long.. but i ready the first first paragraphs.. some like grammar mistakes. biggrin 4.9-5 (rounds to 5/5, ;])
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- i_Ch3rRi_C0NdOM - 12/16/2008
- This is great,i really want to know what happens next,what happens after he hides in the classroom!It was really amazing and realyl mysterious,I wonder what will happen,is he really gonna die or is it a dream that he is having,maybe he is havign a dream and the next day...it really happens,ooooh creapy,well I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH,bye bye uncle,love you!
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- Lollipop Death - 12/16/2008
- Ooooh very mysterious and dark ;3 Panda likez.
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- Yuito Chan - 12/16/2008
- ok i kinda wanna know what happens next he runs into the class room knowing the figure is still out there... and what???? but it was ok ^.^
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