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The Story Of Kristy Killings: Preface

*Hey everyone(: here is the preface to TSOKK. I hope you like it, also Hallowsville is just something I made up on the top of my head. So yeah, but you guys might have already figured that. Now to not waste anymore time, here we go.-Fluffykins*

Hallowsville-15 years before (Hallow's Eve)

The wind blew quitely, an eerie fog rolled around the old graveyard of Hallowsville. A town named after the tramas, murders and other dark moments that ironically occure during Hallow's Eve. Some say the town is curse, but others need to be the judge of that-others don't have to judge because they know the town is curse. The people who live there are just damned to be doomed of a sicking, awful fate that is Hallowsville.
              
                Walking through the fog a young girl around fifteen, not even close to 5'4, wearing a black clak to match her black outfit, walked down the dirt road of the graveyard. The ground made crunching noises under her boots. Her hazel eyes scanned the area, trying to find the friends that invited her to one of their Hallow's Eve get together. Planning on who to prank when Halloween rolled around; The poor girl just didn't know she was the one to get pranked. Or what would occur because of it.

Rounded a corner, she began to hear foot steps behind her. Looking back from time to time to only to find no one walking behind her. Her heart began beating as she started running. The foot steps fallowed her. She ran and ran, and the more she did...the more foot steps were added to the chase. In an act of desperation, the young cut through the graves trying get away from who-or-whatever was chasing her.

Still the the foot steps didn't stop!

The girl's heart feared to pop out of her chest from the fear, the anger of who would chase after her and from how fast she was running. She kept looking back, and still whoever was chasing after her must be good at hiding for she never did see anyone-only heard the footsteps.

She turned back, eyes wide as she tried slowing down, to only have a sharp pain stab through her stomach. Her body twitched, then hung loosely as she went limp-eyes still wide from shock of her from having the thick, hard tree branch go through her stomach impaling her to it.

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"Byran," Johanna yelled to the vomiting boy. "Are you done yet?"
"Let me think," Byran yelled to his twin sister. "no!"
"Well hurry up."
"You have to understand," Anthony said turning around from burying the girl they had just chased and pratically killed. "We did just actually, even by accident, kill a poor girl who just wanted to fit in. And you do have to remember, your brother hates gore shit."
"Yeah, yeah." Johanna said, showing no sorrow for her brother or the girl that was just buried under the tree was impaled too. "She was a freak anyways. And Byran, well, he just needs to get over it. No one needs to know about this. Ever."

The boys nodded their heads and began to leave with Johanna. Both looked back to the tree, feeling this wasn't going to be the last time any of them saw the rest of the horror show. And boy, were they right.

*I know the preface sucked, but I wrote it at school. So I hoped you guys liked it. Next part should be here, maybe, soon. Bye for now.*

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