Welcome to my Dark Side
It's Story Time.
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Down in the deep dark swamps was an old man who once lived in a small shack.
The moon was obscured by the dark storm clouds.
All of the towns people heard stories that the old man was the devil himself.
On this night the town would find out the truth.
A storm came up this night and the rain came down in buckets.
The wind blew as if a tornado was upon the dark swamps.
As the water rose the old mans shack collapsed and was gone.
The old man stood with the water up to his chest.
The old man went to the town grave yard.
And searched for a grave that he hasn't seen in fifty years.
He came upon a grave site with a skeleton sitting against the stone as though resting.
Grave robbers have dug up the remains of some poor sole.
As the man knelt before the grave he spoke.
Fifty years ago you cursed me and had me spend my years in the swamps.
As he stood in front of the grave he continued.
You made me father and i will finally live as you did.
Roaming the earth feeding on my victims and taking there hearts.
As you did before me.
The old man with a smile turned revieling his true self.
Yes he was among the undead.
Living only for his thurst for blood.
The man stood and said that as long as there is blood in the mortal man i will feast.
All of mankind will know the grim reaper.
They will also fear me.
When people see me they will know the devil himself.
And will regret the day they were born.
When i have slain all of mankind i will invite the creatures of hell to come forth and make the earth their own.
People will think that death has come to them as though a witches brew has cursed them.
By a witch that has vowed to rid the planet of all living things
As the man sweeps up his cape he transforms himself into a bat.
As a creature of the night he will be able to move unheard through the sleeping town.
So he will be able to unleash his wrath.
As the carnage went on into the night blood ran cold over the earth.
The unlucky were turned into demon zombies to serve their master in his lust for blood.
The only lucky ones were slain so as not to be witness to the evil being unleashed on the earth.
The demon flew by darkness of night destroying all living things.
Then as if by some great miracle from God himself.
It was like a mighty hand came down and.........
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Tapped MrSandman on the shoulder and said ok clown put Drac back into his box and get to bed.
You have work in the morning.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!
I scared ya.....NEENER neener NEENER :-)~
Send this to more than 5 people and you'll have good luck for......ummm a couple minutes.
And if you believe that i have a big boat in the desert for sale.
CHEAP!
Just kidding :-)
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