Face In the Window Chapter 3

    "Ugh," The police chief from America dropped the news page feeling defeated. Mass Murder Jack The Ripper Still At Large. Stepping on the headline as the police chief got up he went back to her hotel. Quickly changing she fell on her bed exhausted from a long day of searching for anything that would get them closer. Thump.....

Thump..... THUMP.... Leaping to her feet she looked around wildly for the source of the thumping. The closet door opened slowly as the lights blacked out. Grabbing her gun from the night stand shakily. "Whoever's there show yourself!", she demanded.

"Hahaha......!" 
"Hehehhehhehheh....!"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
   Shaking now she noticed the silowet in the closest had a top hat and a trench coat. The same as Jack.
Thump...
He was gone. feeling warm breath on her neck, her scream was replaced with gurgling as warm liquid filled her throat. Collapsing she saw the gash across her stomach and chest. Laughing Jack dissected me.....


                          ---3 Days Later---
"Hello? Is anyone here?", The cop from London poked his head into the doorway.
"Your 3 days late. Lets go we have work to do," eyes widening he saw the horrific scene before him. Losing his lunch he called for backup.



To be continued.....?

Face in the Window Chapter 2 (Bell Ringer)

     Looking up I filled with terror. The mass murder Jack the Ripper was in MY house with HIS razor shard knife. I looked around desperately for something I could use. I saw a tape measure- the rope kind- I was using to make a costume for my dog. My poor dog was in the corner terrified. I picked it up threateningly. Jack just laughed and said, "Is that really the best you can do. At least make this fun." Rolling his eyes he easily cut the tape measure in half laughing sadistically. This was it. I'm going to die. I closed my eyes tight waiting for my downfall......

       Nothing..... I felt nothing.... Was I dead? 

Face in the Window

    I woke up to my dog barking crazily at the window. Still a bit groggy form sleeping I look out the window straight into the face of Jake the Ripper. Screaming bloody murder I ran into the windowless bathroom on the second floor. I check my pockets for my phone. I forgot it downstairs. I had no weapon, no way to call for help, nothing. I heard my dog yelp and I held back a sob. I held my breath as the stairs creaked. This was it. I was doomed. Accepting my fate I heard him say, "Come out come out wherever you are. You can't hide from the Star." I looked underneath the locked door directly at his shadow. I watched as he used his long slender knife to cut out the lock. He pushed the door open and I saw his long trench coat and top hat fill the doorway. Whimpering I shut my eyes tight, and waited for the pain.

     I woke up with a start in my chair with my dog sleeping peacefully next to me. Drenched with sweat and panting hard I sighed in relief. I looked out the window in horror as I saw his face.
 

My nightmare just came true.........

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Memory

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    If I could bottle a memory I would bottle my time I spent with my best friend Bryce. He went to the army as a helicopter pilot. I've only seen him once since he went away in 2007. I would bottle up the time in 2012 just before Christmas when I got to go to spend the day with him then eat dinner with him. I remember not being able to talk to him at all until then. On the morning of the day he came home my sister said she had a surprise for me. We met my mom in Arnold at Frakie Gieoneos, we got out and a dark blue truck pulled out. I thought the truck reminded me of something, but I couldn't remember. I watched as Bryce got out and I started crying because I was so happy. I ran over and hugged him and he said, "Whats up Ray Ray?" That is the memory I want to always remeber.

Random Drawings

    Okay so I'm a part of a website called Deviant Art and I've been very behind lately, but I'm finally caught up! I just need to post! I'm hoping to post tonight at some point. I need to get on more often to answer questions and do art trades and commissions. I hope I can do another free style blog soon!

http://infinity124.deviantart.com/art/Hello-Im-baack-385710586

                               Art (c): Me
                               Character (c): Me

Then and Now

    I think that over time as technology progressed events can be shared world wide in an instant with anyone. I think it's a good and bad thing. At that event in 2005 all the people attending were watching more carefully. In 2013 most of the people there where probably more worried about recording it right. Don't get me wrong I think it's great they can share it with everyone, but the people that are hosting the event should record it and not allow cell phones. People should still be able to bring cameras, but without flash.