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Churchville's Tale Chapter One “Tommy”

Charlie, Charlie was his name... He lived here, in Churchville Connecticut. Well uh... Right off the bat, I guess I could just tell you that he killed like 13 different kids. But this story is much more than just the death of many kids, many young kids. It's the story of his past, present, his “accomplishments”, and finally, his death.

1962, 8:30 AM on a Wednesday in			         Churchville Elementary School _________________________________				  The diary of Tommy Bennett He's 10 years old.

Entry #1 I've always loved winter, except for the fact that it's during school! >:(, Everything just seems al-

He was interrupted by his teacher, well... Not really his teacher as in someone who educates, but his advisory teacher. Which is just another bitch in charge. It's only the beginning of the day and there isn't anything to do in advisory so he writes in his journal.

“Were you listening to me? Or we're writing in your diary?” She said to Tommy.

“Sorry” He replied.

“Sorry...”

Tommy was confused what she was waiting for. He could hear it in the tone of her voice, but didn't quite understand.

“Sorry... Mrs Miller. Anytime you speak to me, you reply with my last name”

“Screw Miller, I'll call you Mrs Bitch” Tommy thought to himself.

“Charlie, Charlie was his name...”

Charlie didn't have many friends. Actually, Charlie didn't have any friends. He lived in a small log cabin in the woods of Churchville. There was a lot of woods in this town. He didn't have electricity or running water, so he used candles for light, and there was a lake just north from here. Everyday he would bring a empty bucket down to the lake, fill it up, and use it as drinking water. Bathing was done in the lake. I know what you're thinking “how the hell is he able to do that? Isn't it freezing?” Let's just say he doesn't enjoy it enough to do it everyday. Especially now, since it's winter the lake is all frozen and there is no way in hell he is going to bath in that. But how is he going to get his drinking water? The man is not broke. He has... well... whoever he stole his money from had about $100 in the wallet. He's used 20 out of the 100. He probably used it on water. So there's that.

There is nothing funny about this fact: Charlie killed kids. “the death of many young kids...” They were usually around the age of 9 – 10. But it didn't matter how old they were, Charlie could give two shits if the kid is fucking three. He did this for his own sick pleasure, what does he care?

The Scientific Charlie Method

DON'T CONFUSE CHARLIE WITH A PEDOPHILE Charlie is not a “pedophile”, he simply murdered children, not that it's an okay thing to do, but he doesn't partake in any sexual acts on them - dead or alive.

First, he kidnapped them-No... Before that, he stalked them. You could compare Charlie and a kid, with a cheetah and a gazelle.

First he'll stalk them, then he'll... well... do what he needs to do. And when I say “do what he needs to do” - I mean he puts the kid in his trunk, and drives to his cabin.

Sounds of screaming, banging, and scratching can be heard from the front seat of the car... You could probably hear it if you were in a rocking chair on your porch at the age of 80 looking out into the dull horizon of depressed tree's that don't have anything but the thin twigs on the edge of the branches sticking out with no leaves, as you see a dark green, rusty old Chevy Bel air pass your house. You could probably hear it, even you were going deaf in both ears, and your dog was barking at that awful sound of a child's scream.

Oh yea, you could hear it... STALKING THE PREY

Tommy was playing with his friends during recess, the teachers told them that they were not aloud to play at the playground, because the slide was covered with thin, slippery ice and that they might hurt themselves. So they had to play in the soccer field. But was charlie there? Unfortunately, yes. He had parked in the perfect spot, just right by the sidewalk where he could see Tommy, but Tommy couldn't see him. What does he do? Does he just... stare? Yes, but he wouldn't just sit there and stare at him, he looked at the way he ran and he would listened to the way he laughed (which he could barely hear, due to the distance) This stuff might be important for later.

A cop passed by... he looked at Charlie for a second, Charlie was aware. Charlie was always aware... since the only thing he ever does is look and listen. The cop might be suspicious, what's causing the suspicion you ask? Maybe it has something to do with his car. The fact that his headlights were bashed in might mean something... or the fact that he's at a school. The officer parks his car, gets out, and walks over to Charlie. “Excuse me, sir” He said “May I ask why your headlights are damaged?” “Oh, about a week ago this drunk piece of shit, stops late at the stoplight and he damaged both of em', what a bastard, eh?” He replied. “Yea, okay. Mind if I see some license and registration?” The officer replies “Oh no! Not at all.” Charlie said. The license seemed legit. Nothing odd about it. “Okay...” He said quietly. “May I ask what you're doing here, at Churchville elementary?” the officer said. “My son, he has a dentist appointment at 1 o' clock.” Charlie replied. (Fucking genius). “Alright then, take care uh... What's your name?” The officer asked. “Charlie... Charlie Quinn.” He replied. “Take care, Charlie and good luck with your son's dentist appointment.” The officer said. “Thanks.” The officer got in his car, and left.

1962, 3:10 PM on a Thursday Tommy's Room The Diary of Tommy Bennett Entry #2 Today I got a A on my math quiz! I usually get bad grades in math but Mrs Miller said that I was the best in the class, which is cool.

NOTE: remember to tell parents about that man.

Charlie's Move. It was 12:00 AM, he was driving home and listening to some tunes. Mainly the beetles. He was quite fond of “Lucy in the sky with diamonds”. He arrived home, and went into his bedroom. He grabbed his pen and paper, and started writing ideas, ideas for what you ask? Why don't you take a look.

Idea 1: The school During recess, when a teacher isn't looking, grab him and put him in the trunk.

Idea 2: Night Kidnap him while he's sleeping.

“Idea two... Idea two, Yes this is the one” charlie said to himself. 2 days later. “Tommy, tell me you love me.” Charlie said. Tommy was breathing faster than a Bugatti Veyron's top speed. Fear was out of the question. He didn't understand this level of horror. This is not right. This is not right. He repeated in his thoughts over and over. 1 Hour Earlier After the school bell rang, “Hey, kid, come here!” Charlie said. Tommy knew this man. “NOTE: remember to tell parents about that man.” He walked up to him, cautious steps. “Hi.” Tommy replied. “Hey what's your name?” He asked. “Tommy,” he said “Tommy Bennett.” “Hey, Tommy, I feel like I know you. We might be neighbors! Where do you live?” He said. Tommy was slightly frightened by this question. “Where do YOU live?” He replied. “Ha Ha, I asked you a question first, you answer, then I'll answer your question. Okay?” Charlie said. “Okay” He said “152, Baler Rd.” “Wow!” Charlie said “We are neighbors! I'm 153 Baler Rd.” “Cool” Tommy said. Then left. Charlie wasn't his neighbor. Tommy made a big mistake.

“TELL ME!” Charlie yelled. Tommy begins to cry, bawling even. “I... I love you.” Charlie had been threatening him with a kitchen knife, he wants Tommy to treat him like a father. He wants Tommy to love him like a son loves his father. “Good, Tommy.” He said calmly. “Let me go, please!” Tommy replied while sobbing. “You want me to let you go?” He said. “YES!” Tommy yelled. “Okay, I'll let you go, yea I'll let you go, yea okay I'LL DO THAT!” Charlie said.

Charlie stabbed Tommy in the lower section of his stomach. The blade was on the left of it, he dragged it to the right, creating a large opening.

This all took place in Charlie's basement. This is where he will...                                              “do what he needs to do”.

To be continued 3

The Next Chapter “Michael” 