Jimmy Casket Takes OverMore Like This
A maniacal smile played across Jimmy’s lips as he approached his next victim. He held his knife at the ready, slowly creeping towards the old man he had cornered. The man was very old and bald, with a mustache and stubble on his chin. His clothes were rather torn and old, but he still looked tough. The man was also holding a shotgun, which he had aimed at Jimmy’s head. Both of the men have heard about each other, which made this even better for the killer.
Jimmy knew his soon-to-be victim as Papa Acachalla, the man who would never stay dead. Once he had heard about him, he had grabbed his special knife and started hunting him. His ‘special’ knife was enchanted. Stolen too. Basically, whoever it killed STAYED DEAD. No coming back. No nothing. And Jimmy wanted a chance to test it out.
Papa Acachalla knew the killer as well. Jimmy Casket, serial murderer. Though, until he saw the mu
Inside the CasketMore Like This
Ever since he was a boy, Johnny could feel something wasn’t quite right inside him. His stomach would burn and he would just stare into space as his skin tingled and a strange rhythmic hum filled his ears. He could sit like this for hours, even at school.
His daily life was in no way helpful in deterring his doubt in normalcy. His father, and only parent, was a Ghost Hunter. He even had their last names legally changed to Ghost; making poor Johnny the subject of every joke in his class. But he loved his father and name nonetheless and quite enjoyed ghost hunting with his dad. After all there was nothing more exciting than showing up at a strange place to investigate a haunting.
It was the 12th of January, a couple of weeks before Johnny’s 16th birthday when Johnny found himself in such a place. It was raining heavily and Johnny was exploring the depths of massive hotel. He and his father crept through the lonely halls; eyes open and weapons ready. Apparently the current pro