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Today is halloween so here is a scary story.

Our story begins Scaryville, a town like any other, only this town was built on an Indian burial ground.

It was a normal night in Scaryville. The streets were empty, lights were off in all the house and everyone was asleep. That is, everyone except Arthur. Arthur was a 12 year old boy with scruffy black hair and blue eyes. He was smaller than most kids his age, and a little odd. While most 12 year olds in Scaryville liked innocent things, puppies and the like, Arthur had always taken an interest in gore. This often lead to other kids, and occasionally parents being scared of him.

Now why was Arthur awake you might ask? Well as with every night, Arthur was going to search for the monster of Scaryville. For years there were stories that a monster haunted the town which lead to most citizens not going outside past 8p.

Arthur wasn’t scared this monster, or any monster. He knew monsters weren’t real. He loved the idea that they existed, but he could never bring himself to believe it. So out his window he went, and he set off into the forest just like he did every night for the past 2 weeks.

After almost an hour of walking Arthur found an opening in the forest. This was the same place he came to every night to sit and wait for the monster. He decided that if nothing happened that night he would just give up. So he sat and waited, and waited. While he waited he fell asleep. He woke up from the sun shining in his eyes. He jolted awake, scared his parents would find him gone. He jumped up and realized his clothes were covered in blood. He was frightened, he didn’t know where the blood came from. He heard a noise in the bushes. He didn’t stick around to see what it was, he ran home.

After almost an hour of running Arthur returned home. He wanted to collapse, but he knew he had to get inside and change his clothes before his parents woke up. He opened the door to his house, and there inside was his parents remains. There skin had been torn off, their guts had been chewed at. Arthur got scared. He ran to his neighbors. He knew his parents being dead and him covered in mysterious blood wouldn’t go over well, but he was too scared to think clearly. He banged on his neighbors door. No answer. He decided to just go in. He opened the door and inside was his neighbors. There faces had been torn off.

Arthur was becoming more and more frightened. He ran through the town screaming for help, but no one came. He sat on the sidewalk. The blood he was covered in had dried. He didn’t know what was going on. Everyone must be dead. He was covered in blood. He started to wonder if he was the monster. He needn’t wonder for long because as he was thinking a big ass monster ate his face off and he died!

But I mean, that’s the risks you take when you move to a place called Scaryville.

THE END.