Post by Screech on Nov 28, 2009 15:41:01 GMT -5
It was dark. That's the only way he could describe it. The first thing Screech felt was pain, excrutiating pain, all over his body. His first thought was to scream. He could not. It was as if someone were trying to hold his mouth shut with with pliers. Then he saw it. His mom and dad, but they were not themselves. Both had a bullet hole in them, his mom in the stomach, his dad in the head. They kept coming, like zombies, closer, closer.... "H-HELP ME!" Finally, Screech managed words, but they were not his own. They were like a child's voice, and with good reason; he was scared out of his mind. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!"
