Hangman IRL

I remember a game. It was a game from my childhood. Hangman. I'm in love with that game. There's things in life that are uncertain in life. I remember my friend, I don't remember his name. This happened around 2 and a half years again. Which I know it's specific, sure. But it's apart of the plot. It all started when me and the guy went down the street. We had to go get milk. I saw a dark alleyway and me and that guy. a conversation.
"Hey, John, let's go through that dark alleyway!" He said.
"No way, that is dangerous. I said.
"C'mon, let us go!" He yelled.
"OK." I said.
We then walked. We saw a notebook with just one word in it. That word was. Terrifying. The word that was written was this.
"Sorry.". We laughed for a monent. Thinking it was a prank. It was written in black sharpie. Which was, odd. We threw it away. We went to the shop to get milk. Suddenly, we walked down the cobbled streets of a place that we called Stinky Town. Because it smelt of shit. But, we did it. We got the milk. So, we decided to go home. So, we decided to take a 'shortcut', it seemed a bit, off. Like the other 'shortcut', it was a dark alleyway. I just didn't pay any attention. I heard John calling me.
"Let's go, again!" He yelled.
His voice drived me, rather crazy. Yeah. He was my stupid younger brother. He was 17 and I was 22 at the time.
This alleyway looked normal enough. The floor seemed to be made out of concrete. Pure concrete. This seemed, normal. I saw a creepy old guy. He started to talk to us.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Ahh, what you seek is right ahead!" He said.
"OK...?" I said, confused.
So, I decided to go right ahead. Along with my frankly scared and jumpy friend. He was jumping at every noise, every cough and every sneeze. Everything! I assured him it was OK. He didn't believe me.
"Dude, there's nothing to worry about!" I said, happily.
"Look, I'm easily scared. Just ignore me." He said.
"No, I won't ignore you! For I shall protect you!" I said.
"You're kidding, right?" He said.
"No, I'm not lying." I said.
"Oh, thank the maker!" He said, praying to Jesus.
"We can't just ignore everything!" I said.
"Yes, we can." He said.
"Now, let's contiune!" I said.
"OK, let's contiune!" He said.
We then wondered off. Towards a old house where a executionar lived. We got invites to see him! I made a few puns along the way. I kicked my brother's cheese out of his hands and he cried. LOL. Then, he stopped. We walked in. I heard the executionar's voice. But it sounded like a regular guy.
"Hello, let's play some Hangman!"
He grabbed us and we were escorted towards. Two. Nooses. They were swinging. And swinging. And swinging. And swinging. They were swinging in the very wind as it touched my very skin. He started to speak again.
"Our first word is, a animal with three letters!" He shouted, happily.
My younger brother felt pressured. Yeah. He. Felt. Like. He. Was. Making. Some. Kind. Of. Stupid. And. Immature. Mistake. His face turned pale as he uttered one letter.
"G?"
The executationer guy shook his head.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but there is no G..."
My younger brother's left arm was torn off. It was bleeding.
"Does anyone have a plaster?" He said.
"Sorry, does it look like we have medicial qualifications?" I said.
"Oh." He said, sighing.
The executationer came up to me. I looked pretty comfy in my noose. Like a bug in a snug rug that is also in a bug. He began to talk to me.
"What letter do you think it is?" He said.
A pause.
"Ehh..." I stuttered.
A longer pause...
"C?" I said.
"Is that correct?" The executationer said.
The drumroll got louder. Then softer. Then louder. I couldn't focus. I had to take a chance. The executationer opened his mouth.
"C goes at the beginning! Yay!" He said, happily.
I gasped.
"Who knew I was so good at Hangman?" I said.
"That's one confident guy!" The executationer said.
My younger brother tried to guess.
"Is it B?" He said.
Another pause.
"Nope, there is no B." The executationer said, as his right arm was torn off.
"I'm unarmed!" My younger brother said.
A laugh track was heard. His arm was bleeding. A lot. However, me and this guy who kills people for a living didn't have any medicial qualifications. Yeah. We were doomed from. The. Start.
I tried to guess a letter.
"T?" I said.
"Yes, there's a t at the end!" The executationer said.
"C'mon! How does he know how to play Hangman better than I can?!" My younger brother shierked, like a banshee.
"I feel like you and I both know why. You suck at Fortnite, don't you?" The executationer said.
"Yes, it's true." My younger brother said.
My bro-bro tried. To. Guess. Another. Letter. Yeah. He. Was. Really. Nervous. And. Scared. Yes, he was.
"Is there a letter E?" He said.
"No." The execuationer said.
His left leg was torn off. I didn't answer. So. I. Decided. To. Let. Him. Die. First. He answered one more time.
"Is it the letter X?" He said.
"No, time to lose." The executationer said.
The trapdoor opened. His body was found again. The executitaner cracked a joke.
"I guess I left him hanging!" He laughed.
I laughed too. Anyways, I didn't die. But, I wanted to do one final letter.
"A?" I said.
"There is a A. You win!" The executationer said.
I did the Fortnite dance. Then, I ran home. Yeah. So, I'm still here to tell his 100% totally real and not fake at all story. I've learned a lesson in this. That lesson is to NEVER play Hangman in real-life! This exprience has traumatised me forever. I haven't played my Hangman board game ever since...!
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