“THE MONSTER WITHIN”
It was a dark cloudy night; a couple of people were having a
midnights walk. There names were Brian and Jesse. They passed by
this old house that had moss growing on the walls and sewage all
around it. It was as dirty as a garbage dump. “Help! help!”
someone cried. Brian and Jesse look at each others scared expression
on their sweaty little faces. “Its coming from inside.” Brian
whispered. They walked into the disgusting house. There was a gagging
smell of sewage waste.
As they tip-toed inside they saw a man cramped in a
corner being towered over by a green slimy monster. Jesse
picked up a rock and chucked it at the monster. The monster
squealed and disappeared. “Are you ok”? Brian asked. “Ye...y…yes.”
The man replied. “Hello my name is Professor Kent and that thing is
my creation.” “It took me years to make this creature and now it
has turned on me”. Professor Kent said. “Well what ever it is we must
stop it” Brian replied.
“Come.” The man whispered. “This is the antidote for the
monster. This will kill it instantly.” The professor said. “Ok, we’ll help
you kill the creature, but we will need weapons.” Brian replied.
“I found one.” whispered Jesse. The monster started to squeal hearing
them chatter. As it started to gallop towards them, Jesse flipped the
gun up and shot the monster numerous times. The monster squeals
while blood and steam gushed from it. It stopped and tumbled to the floor.
Jesse turned around, “no need for the antidote,” said Jesse in a smart-
alac tone. She turned around and it was gone. BAM! The monster,
without warning, tackled Jesse on the floor. It raised its claw and stopped.
Brian had stabbed the antidote into the monster. It instantly turned into
ashes and blew away, as a gust of wind blew eerily into the room through
an open window.
“Thank you so much.” Professor Kent said while looking relieved.
“Is there anyway I can repay you?” Kent asked, wiping away his tears.
“Maybe you can let us return to our walk.” Jesse
replied. Every body starts laughing and went on with the rest of
their walk.
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your story kind of reminds me of frankinstein.
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