Chapter 1: the stranger

The night was cold as I limped across the carnivals wet, slick grass.
” ohhh..my old creaky legs .” I moaned in my old creaky voice as I walked towards my trailer and opened the door.
” CRUNCH a large disturbing noise echoed across the empty trailer.

” Whaa.Whaa” I cried suddenly and jumped just to find out it was just a cheeto wrapper from the recent afternoon.

I plopped on my comfy bed and began to drift of when suddenly

” we will we will rock you!” my iphone blared as it rang at a penetrating volume

” OH $!#@ I cursed as I snapped out of my nice dream that was in fact so nice that when the phone rang I wanted to break it, unluckly I didn’t.

” nerves of Hell!” I mumbled as I pressed my greasy finger against the sleek screen of the phone

” Who the hell is there!” I half shouted because I was enraged someone would call an old man like me at this time of night.

” your mom.” A voice cackled from the other side like a old hag.

” who are …”

” you will know soon enough the voice heckled me from the other side of the phone.

” SHUT UP!!!!” I screamed in frustrating agony.

” Now, Now,…” the voice paused, then began again ” no need to be afraid, or angry at me bobby my friend.

” I’m not your ¡@#$% friend cursed through the phone.

” wait, you don’t remember me¿” the voice asked sarcastically.

” Who and where are you!” I sceamed again ignoring the strangers heckling .

” if you insist,” he chuckled “If you want to find you want to know look in the joyous place where certain death awaits.

” waaaii…” I tried to reply but it was to late

” click.”the sound of the mysterious yet familiar stranger’s phone hanging up escaped from the phone.

2:00 a.m

discover the joyous place were certain death awaits was I ventured out of the trailer I had lived in since the good old days and left it forever…

I was trudging around the carnival trying to think of a joyous place were certain death awaits. When it donned me that maybea I should write it down luckily I happened to have my will with me knowing that I’d probally die.

Using the a bottle of “ink” I had in my pocket I scralled down the riddle and watched the writing fade away.

” God grant me mercy.” I prayed as I walked towards an old paper that was nailed to the

 

 

 

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