User:Arkdragonman

I hear them the shouts,cries of pain and sorrow,those damn footsteps. As if it couldn't get worse those things hide out of sight or at least my line if vision. I dont know exactly what they are but I should start at the beginning. It was a foggy afternoon my next door neighbor was taking out the trash I looked intently at the inside of my mailbox. That's when i first heard it the shouts. Die! Burn! We will kill you! I sprung up in fear and looked at my neighbor. He had a wide satisfied, some what dull smirk on his face as if he shouted. In anger I called to me and said what the fuck are you smirking for I'll wipe that grin off your face you fucking bastard! He looked very shocked to hear these words come from my mouth. He stirred and in a soft tone said Paul I think you had a little to much coffee you should calm down. He smiled again walking away this time that smile was some what vile,evil,the smile of a killer. I had know this man for years this was not his usual self. I would not have this i grabbed my shotgun no one saw me lucky me I thought to myself. I snuck in and shot him knocking him in to a window. I looked in horror as I realized there was no neighbor. I was in a mental asylum yelling and shouting. Now here I am the shouts insane people refusing to take medicine, the cries people being sent to the electric chair, and worst of all the footsteps. They say I made to much racket and that I must know go to the electric chair but I will struggle, fight, and refuse no mater what I will not go in that chair! They know I'm not willingly going and will bring in the men in white,they will drug me and pull me there when I too go insane so I must wait. Their at my door the time is now! (shout and screams) Pasta by : arkdragonman