118 Norht Olive Street. This street was like anyother s in the town. It had big, old, brick houses, all with large square windows, and big oak doors. Maple trees lined the street, there leaves blanketed the neighborhoods yards, yes they were racked in the afternoon and then when the young children returened, so did the leaves to the ground. Tonight, however was not like anyother night, tonight was a night of pain, and of evil.
A dark mist moved slowly down the street, stopping at every house, only to find they were locked up tight. It continued its prosession along the sidewalk.
Dan looked out the open window, he could see to the end of the street, it was going to be a foggy night, a good night to sneak out.
The mist began to grow tiresome of the continuel defeat, at every home it was pushed back by invisble guardings. Ahh not that last house on the street, no it was free, the mist picked up speed and began to rotate faster and faster as it neared house 118, the mist could see its prize, looking at him from out his window.
Don looked at the illuminated computer screen, the message typed on said;
Dude come on your parents will never no, its a saturdat anyway, its Halloween, plus its just a hay ride!
It was getting foggier.
As it reached the mailbox, a form began to appear, its legs than waist and then head, slide smoothly from the now deep black fog.
please let me know what you think illl post more later!
A dark mist moved slowly down the street, stopping at every house, only to find they were locked up tight. It continued its prosession along the sidewalk.
Dan looked out the open window, he could see to the end of the street, it was going to be a foggy night, a good night to sneak out.
The mist began to grow tiresome of the continuel defeat, at every home it was pushed back by invisble guardings. Ahh not that last house on the street, no it was free, the mist picked up speed and began to rotate faster and faster as it neared house 118, the mist could see its prize, looking at him from out his window.
Don looked at the illuminated computer screen, the message typed on said;
Dude come on your parents will never no, its a saturdat anyway, its Halloween, plus its just a hay ride!
It was getting foggier.
As it reached the mailbox, a form began to appear, its legs than waist and then head, slide smoothly from the now deep black fog.
please let me know what you think illl post more later!