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The Secret Of Brandywine..
Horror
 Created on 2-4-07
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Marrie looked around the van. She gasped, then tried to lift herself up. Not to her surprise, she was chained down. The story..I knew it was real. Then, out of nowhere, a bright light was shining down upon her. What's that? "Hello Marie," a male voice whispered in her ear. She tried screaming, but his hand was covering her mouth. "I'm going to move my hand, but if you scream...Well, I'm sure you've heard the legend." His hand moved, alowing her to talk again. "Who are you?" she yelped. "Marrie, I think you know. Now you can die happy, because you're going to be the next part of my little legend." "NOOO!!!" Her screams were cut off quickly by the sounds of a power drill.
Spencer Dersenk drove down the road in silence, thinking about what he needed to do that day. Go to the store; Pick up Sadie from the kennel; Fix dinner for Ebony; Help Denise with her homework; Bury the dead body... He shook his head. Dead body? No, I already did that...I think. The day was clear and sunny and warm. Spencer pulled into the Wal-Mart and parked his car. Then he went to his trunk. The mutilated body of Marrie was still there. Oops. Might want to do that now. He pulled over to the edge of the parking lot that overlooked the cliff. As if he had done it many times before, he pulled Marrie's remains out and quickly chucked them over the guardrail. There. That's done.
Ebony Dersenk paced around her office, looking out the window. Where's Spencer? He told me he would be here by now. She sat in her chair and turned on the T.V. "This is Kendall Kaminsky here next to the Western Highway Wal-Mart, where a body was discovered an hour ago at the bottom of this cliff. No one's confirmed yet, but the word around is that this is the work of the Brandywine Killer. As I said, no one from the police department has confirmed this yet. Stay tuned for more." Ebony turned off the T.V. Spencer...I hope they don't have this on the news yet. Oh, if Ebony sees it, then she's going to question me like I did it. "How ironic," Spencer laughed outloud. He turned up the radio to drown himself out. But she already knows, so what am I worried about? Well, except the fact that Denise doesn't know yet...But she wouldn't tell Denise. Hmm..She is fourteen now, though. I'm sure that she's going to hear the legend soon at a party or something. We'll have to tell her, then. , Besides, someone has to carry on the family tradition after we're gone.
"Spencer! Is that you?" Ebony yelled down the hall. "Sure is!" "I'm in the office." He hung up his hat and changed his shoes. "We have to talk, Ebony." By now, he was standing in the doorframe of the office. "I know. You did it again." Her voice had anger and disappointment in it, but at the same time, a sprinkle of relief. "Listen Ebony, Denise's gonna find out soon about the legend. We have to tell her." She gasped. "NO! If Denise found out, then just think...It would turn her world upside down if she knew her dad was the Brandywine Killer." "And her mother was an accomplice." Ebony shook her head. "Well, we're not going to get to tell her. She's over at Heather's house for a sleepover, and you know where people hear the legend."
"Okay, okay, okay, okay! Listen to me! Oh mah Gah, I love sleepovers!" Heather squeeled. Denise smiled, then plopped down on the bed between Heather and Chelsea. "How are we going to scare ourselves tonight?" Alda asked. Heather smiled. "I'm going to tell you guys the legend of the Brandywine Killer. Denise, turn off the lights. Chelsea, light some candles. Alda...just sit there." They all did what they were told and sat back down on Heather's bed. "Over a hundred years ago, there was a man named Robert Michael Brandywine. He settled in the Louisiana swamps and named the town after himself, where we live now. Well, so many people moved into Brandywine that Robert felt overwhelmed to have to take care of them all. So one day, around dusk, Robert took his horse and buggy out and found a group of girls standing around. He called them over to his buggy. Since everyone trusted Robert, they went to him. Then he knocked them out and took them back to his cabin. There, he chained them to the walls of his basement and tourtured them. He branded them with horseshoes. He drove nails through their arms and legs. Finally, he killed them by trampling them with his horse. When the people found the girls' bodies, they felt betrayed by Robert. But when they confronted him, he threatened to kill every last person in the town. So, the people settled down. To even the playing field, Robert made a list of every person living in Brandywine. Then, every morning, he would draw a name out of his hat. AFter that, he would confron the person and tell them that they had three hours to live. If they ran away, then he would kill their remaining family. Well, after a month of killing babies and small children and grown men and women, the people had had enough. They went to his cabin and killed him. But...They let his wife and baby son live. On her deathbed, the mother told the son about his dead and what he needed to do. So the son, James Ronald Brandywine, started carrying on his father's legacy. But the Brandywine family had lost it's respect in the town. There was a new mayor, and people had always made fun of James his whole life. So now, it was his turn. James was smart. He was sneaky, and he was charming."
To be continued...
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Please Login to post comments| On February 7th 2007 missittibitti Said : | |
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sorry about the spelling mistakes.. |
| On February 6th 2007 xxcassiejayxx Said : | |
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i really like this story, you gotta keep going :) |
