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The Masked Artiste (standard:horror, 1630 words)
Author: ZillAdded: Apr 24 2009Views/Reads: 1677/938Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a little story about a haunting in Mexico City
 



The Masked Artiste 

In 2003 there was a highly unusual occurrence that exclaimed the people
of Mexico city, It happened (on the 23rd of February) in a dark, dark 
evening when there was a power cut throughout the whole city. Along 
side the city, there was a little peaceful village with nothing much 
happening in it. Until that day. 

Reports were coming in simultaneously. “The amounts of deaths are
increasing rapidly”. But why? Some police officers went down with their 
fully loaded polished shotguns, whilst aiming their torches at the 
suspicious areas. The villagers were terrified as they hid in their 
basements watching the officers merge into the shadow of darkness from 
the small hole in the wall. 

Mr Rodriguez was a small greedy man who really, only cares about himself
but it isn't all his fault because his parents brought him up with that 
sort of lifestyle. The short but sinister man lived with his family in 
one of the microscopic houses. He decided that he was going to hide in 
the basement. So he was hiding in the big old basement looking through 
his holed wall. It's a bit obvious that Mr Rodriguez couldn't see 
through the hole 2 feet above him so he had to step on the loose, rusty 
pipes which heated his bedroom. He thought that he shouldn't let any of 
his 3 innocent kids have a working radiator in their room because he 
didn't have one when he was a young bullied kid. 

His first kid was called Sparrow – it is because his mother loved birds
and the sparrow is her most desired one. Sparrow at that time was 19 
and great in all areas of science. He was an “A star” student. He used 
to revise all day because he wanted to prove to his younger brothers 
that if you work hard in life then what you desired is what you will 
deserve. He was also a very strong tower built boy. 

The second boy was called James – that's the name that the boys grandma
recommended and its also his great grandfathers name; James' 
grandfather was a lucky man. James at that time was at an age of 13. 
But unlike his brother; James was interested in joining the army. So 
even though Sparrow was bored of it he listened to his brother bragging 
on about how good he would use his weaponry if he had some or he'd just 
constantly keep talking about what weapon does what! He was also 
incredibly interested in Area 51. 

The third kid was called Will – because the boy was outstandingly good
looking. When the boy grew up he had a great interest in cars but 
especially in Barley Hayvidsons. At the age of 9 he knew the name of 
nearly all land vehicles that were mass produced. Like his brother 
James; Will never stopped informing his much older brother Sparrow 
about motorcycles and which ones are the best. 

When Mr Rodriguez and his family were glaring outside they saw nothing
but darkness, it was as if somebody had thrown a jet black cloth over 
the village. But finally Mr Rodriguez's 3rd son spotted one of the 
police officers and so he shouted right in his mum's hairy ear and 
pointed to the officer. Unfortunately for Will; he got a slap so hard 
that his mum could have slapped him into another nationality! 

Boof! Something hit the ground heavy and hard so the family stared in a
frightening shock! A few minutes went by but nothing happened. Then 
suddenly it looked as if the officer had been yanked into the darkness. 
There was silence all round. It was so tense that not even a breath 
could have been allowed to be inhaled. But the pain was too bad for the 
child to stay silent and so a cold tear drop fell to the stained floor. 
Splash! Mr Rodriguez turned around and at the precise moment he was 
turning round to strangle his child there was a fleshy tear sound that 
echoed from the park. Everywhere, everything, every building was black 
except the officer! He was scarlet red. And so was Mr Rodriguez's face 
when he turned around. It was splattered. It was frightening. It was 
blood. The family gasped and screamed. 

But Mr Rodriguez didn't know what was wrong so from the fear of the
looks on his children's faces he fell of the pipes and they broke. They 
broke so easily that it was like bending a paper straw. But the steam 
started to leak; suddenly a gigantic screeching sound was recognized by 
the mother. The sound was twenty times more horrifying than a lions 
roar. It wasn't physically possible to make such a loud sound. That 


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