“Justin!! Wake up!!” Tommy yelled. As he walked into Justin’s room, his jaw dropped. Blood. Everywhere. His arm was chopped off clean. His throat slit. His body split in half. HIs eyeballs twitched. They rolled up and down. A breath. He stood. And he attacked…
Te mouse crawled here and there, desperatly trying to find food. He scurried around like a race car going around a race track, going in circles, expecting the food will come to him. HE smelt something delicious. Something yellow. Cheese. It was what he was looking for. Cheese. He ran as fast as the wind to the cheese. The cheese opened it’s many mouths, trying to say something, as if it was in pain. The mouse kept on running. SNAP!! The jaws of the mousetrap closed upon the poor mouse. That took the mouse’s life. But that was not the end. Legend has it that a tabby cat carried the mouse to it’s owner. The owner was a pacifist, so he kicked the cat out of the house. It was a stormy night then. And a bolt struck the cat and the mouse as they were walking through the graveyard. They died and merged together becoming a mutant. They haunt the town to this day. Greenvile, haunted forever… And that’s where our story takes place…
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