Eh, I do a little writing and since this forum seems boring to me I thought I'd post this.

Baron's Fable

By Millions Knives


Once upon a time there lived a greedy and corpulent land baron set on owning an entire town, to do what he wished with it. Although most of the town had been abandoned due to its large local superstitions and the downfall of there once prominent university there were still a few die hard residents that stood in the path of his goal. The plans he had made for it were distasteful to its remaining citizens, he had decided to level the town and surrounding areas to create a modern "mall" for the larger cities around this once small but great area.

When at last the remaining area's seemed in reach he was struck with a heavy blow, the people of the town had banned together to appoint a lawyer on there behalf to fight for them. The lawyer was known to fight his cases to the last breath to attain a victory for those he fought for, as well as a hefty sum in the majority of cases he dealt in. To deal with a civil or criminal trial now might cost him a large amount of money, that which would build him his grand mall which would bring yet another fortune.

To the baron's surprise the remnant people of the town also offered a deal to him to forgo the pending trial. The deal was thus; to spend an entire night within a house in Boston owned by one of the citizens of the small town that was rumored here to be a ghastly haunt, if he completed this deal he could have the remaining land and a reasonable price to the people.

The baron was quoted as saying," To believe in your fairy tales and fables are foolish, and I would also be a fool to not accept this simple deal."

The baron had accepted so within the month he had moved to the Boston and prepared for his one easy night in the "horrid house". The house looked centuries old and as if it had not been lived in or even approached in as long. The house was directly adjacent to a truly centuries old graveyard that only contained what must be bones now and what must have given the house it's fabled legend. The legend consisting of a doctor and his assistant and friend who had occupied the house to pursue the lead doctor's obscene experiments, including a secluded basement lab which police reports as the doctor's last stop. The legendary aspect is from the doctor's colleague and friend as he was reported to say that his friend had been torn to pieces and dragged off into the night by a tomb legion of reanimated corpses. So on the selected night the baron entered the house with his modern necessities and his barons' luxury's.

He had brought in with him a journal for the event and its content's ran thus:

"8p.m. Entered house and made my way towards the basement "lab" that was said to be the place of unspeakable experiments."

"9:25p.m. Found the lab and am making myself comfortable in this decrepit room, what fools those locals are to expect me to fear this place, no I will attain what it is I need, there land which shall make me a larger fortune than I have ever dreamed when I am finished with it."

"11:15p.m. I've noticed an odd stone and plaster wall that seems to let putrid and chilled air into the room, yet it does not seem to have any apparent holes or cracks in its form."

"12:00p.m. I have just began to write this as I have seen stones beginning to be removed by shuffling forms behind the wall. They seem to have just broken through and some are of a severely decayed state while others are stable in there condition, but equally inhuman. They are lead by a more human looking creature with a handsome but fake wax head in place of its own.'

"12:22a.m. I was forced to run from the creatures as they seem to be stalking me for a yet unknown or unthinkable reason, I am only writing this because I think I have outrun them as the majority seem to be slow and shambling. Although I might have been wrong in the people's superstitions I will win this for I am no fool……"

His entries ended there in what seems a great and bloody struggle, the journal was severely blood smeared and would have been unreadable if not for his pension for dark black ink. He has now become part of our fables and fairy tales showing us that what you want may not be what you need.

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That has quite a dark theme cause it sent a shiver down my spine...

Whoa

Well that's what I'm good at, if you want me to post another let me know.

Maybe something more 'brighter and cheerful'?

Lmao... typing in correct grammar in the internet?! =O

yes something you're not very good at Mist (j/k)

Well if the grammar is my fault I at try to use proper grammar. As for something more "cheerful" I don't write anything like that.

I think he means that it's rare to have someone typing out a story with correct grammar on the internet