User:NedoTheHorror

THE WEATHERMAN

Joseph awoke from a deep slumber, the sounds of the old song, "Lollipop" playing on the radio. Strange, it was 2008, not the 1920's. He sat up, and noticed his wife wasn't lying next to him. Strange. She was a late sleeper, normally waking up near 12 o' clock in the afternoon. But 7:00 A.M....This was new.

He arose from his bed, stretching and heaving a mighty sigh. He stepped out of the doorway, and noticed the hallway was a mess. His daughters, Linsey and Chelsey (they were twins) drawer filled with their clothes was laying in the hallway, their clothes sprawled out around in crumbled heaps. He noticed a small amount of blood on a shirt. He instantly grew worried. "Jane? Is Chelsey or Linsey home?" He called. His wife didn't respond.

He walked down the stairs. "Jane?"

He turned his head to the living room doorway and gaped in horror. A hand was lying in the doorway, with a trail of blood stained into the tan carpet. "Oh my god...."

He ran to the doorway, and choked back a sob. His wife's head was slashed in half from her temple down to her collar bone in a vicous horizontal curl. He blacked out in shock.

When he awoke a few hours later, the song, "Jeepers Creepers" had just started playing.

"I don't care when the weatherman says when the weatherman says, 'it's rain', you'll never hear me complain..."

He looked at his wife once more, and turned around, and his eyes widened. A shadow-black creature sat in a rocking chair, glaring but yet smiling at him in a devilish way. It's red eyes just stared at him, it's mouth turned into a twisted, vicious grin, it's claws gently tapping the arm rest's, as if it were impatient.

It leaned, still in the chair, and his eyes began to glow. As if on cue, the song played the chorus.

"Jeepers, creepers, where'd you get those peepers....."

It then began to whisper, a silent whisper that was echoed by the sounds of children, almost as if it was singing to the tune of "Ring Around the Rosie..."

"I......Am.....The Weatherman....., I......Am......The Weatherman......."

It outstretched it's claws, and a lightning strike shook the house. He snapped his fingers, and it began to rain.

Joseph stared in horror. "You killed my family....WHY? YOU MOTHER FUCKER! WHY?"

It just continued it's grin. He then outstretched his arm, and from the corner of the room he couldn't see, grabbed something in it's twisted claws, and showed it to him. It was his daughter, Chelsey. He could tell by the way she always had her hair tied in a bonet. Her eyes were missing, her sockets dripping blood, her mouth open in an unending scream. Joseph began to sob.

It's grin grew wider, and it layed it's head on it's shoulder.

It whispered again it's chant, "I.....Am......The Weatherman....."

Joseph began to wimper. He shut his eyes for a second, that seemed to be a million. He opened them again, and the creature was right infront of him, still chanting.

"I.....Am......The Weatherman....."

Joseph was weak, helpless, and was slowly going insane. He looked into the creature's reptilian-like pupils, and he lost his mind, handing it over for The Weatherman to devour. His concious was replaced with madness. Crude madness. His body shook and fell at The Weatherman's feet.

Three days later the police found the crime scene. Joseph was charged with murder of his wife and three daughters, the young girl's bodies found, their eyes torn out, chains stuck in their sockets and hung.

Two years later, Joseph died in the Newburg mental asylum. But strange things happened after his death. Five people, two men, two women, and a baby, went missing. A witness who saw one of the women captured, had lost her mind. She just chanted the words, "I.......Am.......The Weatherman."