House No. 13

So, today. Me and my mate Mal went to house Number 13.
There was a rumor going around in our neighborhood that if you stay in abandoned house 13 all day and night on the day of Friday the 13th, the house's previous owner will appear at midnight, but, the previous owner was a MURDERER.
There was police reports about this house, how Mary Jayne Stalin and Joe Geller were found dead, decapitated and stabbed Six hundred and sixty six times. The murderer, also known as "The Grim" was a Registered Sex offender, rapist, and Black Magic practitioner.
So onto the story of our day, My mate Mal told me about this rumour, and figuring that both of us are both the schools "Fearless daredevil skateboarders", we went.
I got all of my camping stuff and prepared my .44 magnum, even though it's a illegal gun because my dad earned it through being a member of a mafia, I took extra ammo in my backpack too, alot of dangerous homeless people have been reported to have a hide out there, So me and Mal got our mate Jad to come with us. Because both of us thought no fucking way are we going there on our own.
Jad decided to take his Xbox 360, there was electric in that house but i doubt it was still active, i tried to persuade him not to take it but "we need it".
he brought 2 games with him, The Saboteur and Red Dead Redemption, the clock was nearing the hour of 5.00 so we packed up our things and decided to hit the road.
We arrived here at 5.15. We entered through the backdoor because no one can see you going in. it's illegal to stay in this house overnight.
i hit the light switch and to my surprise, it worked. jad said "Hah! i told you so." I could see the smug etched on his face haha.
So he found a plug port and plugged in his Xbox to the dusty looking TV that we where both surprised still worked. Needless to say we each got bored of killing Nazis, with the touch of death perk, so we put in Red Dead Redemption, we loved the gore of shooting the fuck into people, killing people Osama Style (shot in the left eye, fuck yeah), pushing hookers down the stairs and killing people in their sleep, if this murderer does appear he's got a fucking challenge, it'll be like European Extreme on MGS2, all three of us packed our 44. Magnums we'll grab one of the rusty knives in the kitchen and stab him, see how he likes it. Okay, i got abit carried away there. it's just the idea of that "Grim" guy pisses me the fuck off
So, back onto the game, we were strolling around Mexico when jad set up a camp, he traveled to Tumbleweed, the haunted town, he felt it was appropriate being as we were in this place. the clock was nearing midnight as we started to get anxious, we heard floorboards creaking, screaming and even laughing, Jad killed all the bandits and went to enter Tumbleweed mansion. he tried the front door but as normal it was locked, he went through the basement way and the TV just cut off, the lights were still on, but the TV and xbox just, turned off. This is where we started to hear those footsteps. coming from the attic. Coming down the stairs, we all got out our Magnums and waited. Then, as we expected, the murderer appeared, one blind eye, shaven head, red bandana round his face and wearing animal pelts. we shot all we fucking could, but the bullets went flying, like there was a forcefield around him.
We ran like fuck out of the house, but for some reason we hid in the garden. The killer, equipped with a bloody hammer, came walking out, like he knew where they where. then he started to run at us, aching and limping. for some reason we didn't even get out our mags, or even started to run. i felt locked there, me and Jad just watching Mal getting killed. the killer, repeatedly bashing him, we started to run for our lives and i looked back and shot him in the head, he didn't die, he just fell to the ground, stunned.
We finally reached our homes and called the police, but there's something i have to tell you. I, the person telling this story. I am Jared (Jad). the person who i keep saying as "I" is a figure of my imagination. After this incident i am now locked up in a mental asylum for 2 years, being treated for Split Personality Disorder. Malvern Hoff however, was real. I still see the death of my best friend every night in my dreams. I will be scarred for life, but i know one thing. that fucking grim is still out there. We didn't kill him, we didn't fucking kill him. but he has kept killing innocent people ever since that night on Friday 13th, October 2003. Once i get out of this fucking asylum, me and my new mates will go looking for Grim, and fucking kill him.
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