|The Masked Artiste (standard:horror, 1630 words)|
|Author: Zill||Added: Apr 24 2009||Views/Reads: 1677/938||Story 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 Click here to read the rest of this story (74 more lines)
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