User:Cesar.a.cruzolvera

Good afternoon,. You are simply passing to hear a story.That's what they all come for! Am I correct or is my statement invalid? Well, I wasn't always a lonely young man who has problems. I have been traumatized before, but never so horribly. This tragedy began late on a school night. I was walking home and decided to walk down to the little comic shop down the street. It was a pretty cool place, up until I discovered its secret.This area of land originally was a masoleum. Now you, ,should know what a masoleum is. It is a burial chamber beneath the Earth's crust.I entered the small structure and met up with Ernie, the old shopkeeper. "What are you doing here so late?" "I-I had practice today" "I bet your mom is worried" "N-no sir I recently dialed home" He gave me a quick glance. "I trust you Clarence" So I went home with a few comic books.I also had this dumb grin on my face. I was a pretty happy teen! Later that night I was up late checking out my new comics when I got a call. I thought it was my girlfriend having nightmares, but instead I heard Ernie's ragged old voice. "Hey kid I might need those comics back" "W-what? Why?!" "Come to the shop, i'll explain" Then Ernie hung up. I quickly dressed and literally FLUNG myself downstairs. I decided to grab a slice of pizza before heading out. As I was walking I took out the comics and kept reading them. Out of my peripheral vision I saw a small writhing thing no bigger or plumper than my comic book. "This isn't right" I kept repeating this to myself. I was confused. I finally got to Ernie's Comic Kingdom and slowly went inside. For some reason I expected some sort of white noise or dramatic chipmunk music to play. Stupid brain.All I heard were soft sobs. I went to the back and before I parted the curtains, Ernie beat me to it. "Oh you're here" said Ernie,clearly trying to hide his puffy eyes. "So what's the deal?" "The deal, is that I was robbed" "No wonder the place seemed emptier" I said as I chuckled. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!" yelled Ernie as loud as his worn-out lungs let him. "Woah, I didn't mean to get on your bad-side" "I am so sorry. I-I didn't mean to- "It's fine Ernie" "Clarence...this comic shop isn't what you think it is" "What do you mean?" "I have lived for thousands of years" I laughed at this statement. "You expect me to believe this bullshit Ernie? I'm sixteen dude!" "I'm not kidding Clarence" "Oh come on, you don't look a day over 93!" After that, I just shut up realizing I had hurt Ernie's feelings. "I-I'm sorry Ernie" "It's fine" "So why am I here?" "I need those comics to track tgose thieves" "Oh" I said as I handed them over. "It would be better if you left Clarence" "Can't I stay?" "If you insist" After that phrase I regret it all ! As Ernie opened the door the foul stench hit me in a swift blow to the nostrils. "ERNIE! IT SMELLS...IT SMELLS DEAD DOWN THERE!" "I know" "Dude it smells like crap down there!" "I-It's a mausoleum" said Ernie fighting to retract the slow tears. "A mauso-what?" "A mausoleum" "What is that?" "An underground burial vault" "So we're going to see zombies?" "If that's what teens call decaying zombies nowadays then yes" I walked down the steps but as I reached the last few steps a sticky warm substance made the floor all sticky. "What is this stuff?!" "Blood" My eyes widened in fear as I realized why I was down here. "E-Ernie don't do this man" "I have only lived a few thousand years because I made a pact" "With who?!" "The devil" "So you're gonna kill me?!" "Unless you can find another source of pure blood left, yes" "I-I can find someone Ernie!" "Okay kiddo, I will give you a chance cause' I like you" "O-Okay" "You have one day" growled Ernie as I rushed out of the mausoleum. Where was I going to find this 'pure' blood? I only knew one breed that has this. New born or very young children. I quickly rushed to the hospital and asked to adopt a baby. Luckily, I was able to keep a baby. I rushed over to Ernie's and handed him the baby. "This is the purest I could find" "You did great Clarence" After those few words, I watched Ernie slit the child's throat and drain the blood. "Are you going to drink that or something?" I asked. "No, I don't drink it...I cleanse my vision" After that I saw him use tge blood as eyedrops. "Aaaaahh I don't see hell anymore" "Ernie you fucked up bastard" "You should go kid" "YOU SADISTIC SERVANT OF THE GOAT" "Calm down Clarence!" "I hope you rot in hell Ernie, cause' I am sending you back from where you came from" "Clarence don't do it!" I grabbed a large silver crucifix that was on the wall and observed the sharp points. "Clarence put that down!" "How about you go to hell!" "CLARENCE!" "I hope god forgives me" "Don't do it Clar- All of a sudden right before he finished I began to bash his skull in with the crucifix. When I thought he was dead I changed and went home. "Clarence...I will find you" After that was said I ran, and ran, and ran until I was home. After that I have never seen or heard Ernie. I do know one thing...one day, he will return.