3 January 2012
At the stroke of nine, the moon began to shine. All was well in Bill's town, except for news that really casted a frown. Terror struck the towns people's hearts, as a lunatic dismantled bodies into parts. However Bill had no fear, he was protected in his house, this was clear. And with a calm head Bill happily said, "HarHarHar, I live at ease, and shall do as I please.I have ten locks on my door, and just in case, a shiny gun in store!" And with that said, Bill secured his house, and went to bed ready to slip into his wife's, Suzie's, blouse. He went up to his bedroom, upstairs, and blocked his door with several chairs. But the minute he jumped into bed, he heard a crashing noise that startled his head. Chills ran down his spine, as he knew this sound was not benign. He rushed outside to the top of the stairs, only to hear the needle of a record player drop. A melodic ballad he bought for his boy, one with a great beat and plenty of joy. He flew to the living room, and saw the lunatic with a broom. To and fro the lunatic danced as if in a ball, out in the dark dim hall. And in his hand was Bill's very own gun, exasperated Bill exclaimed, "My god, please don't hurt my wife or my son!" With that the lunatic dropped out of his trance and ceased to dance. He began to giggle, and pointed the gun and did a little wiggle. Terrified, Bill tried to flee, however his locks stopped him from running free. And without mercy, the lunatic shot Bill's head bloody.
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