User talk:Rbluejayway

It starts off in the 1950's, I can tell from the cars on the street. But for some reason no one is there, only me. I look around strangely. I start running towards the nearest door and open it, I saw a mom, dad, and a young daughter, All with the same injuries, a gunshot wound to the head. I hear a noise coming from the basement so I go check it out. I walk over and open the door silently and look down. Its darker than hell, I try too look for a light switch but I don't find one, so I continue down the stairs. The middle step breaks and I fall on my back. Then fell under the stairs, looking through a little crack. When a man with a gun walks from the darkness "What was that" the man asks. He examines the broken step but passes it buy when he grabs a light pull, he turns it on. He smiles as he looks down at a young boy, The boy struggles. The man strokes the boys cheeks as he puts the gun to his head. "Good night sweet prince..." The man whispers to the young boy and the sound of the gunshot goes off, the man laughs creepily as he takes the blood of the little boy and tastes it. "Ahh tastes like my first kill", Then the man continued to break bones and tear of muscle of the young boy. Every noise I try to hold in the vomit. He began putting blood in jars and body parts in jars too. The last part of the gruesome torn, chopped, and ripped part of the bodt he threw into the oven and waited for it too cook. As he was waiting he brought the rest of the family down, it wa their turn.Rbluejayway 02:56, June 19, 2012 (UTC)