Juno
Banned
right i was told to right a horror story and i cant write for **** so me and my friend decided i should write about drug abusing vampires, witches, werewolves and oompa lumpas.... imo its the worst thing ever written so i thought id show you guys... feedback is greatly appeiciated how ever good or bad
Horror Story
It’s a cold autumn night in Transylvania at the Graveyard. The wind whistles through the trees as they dance around the edge. There is music playing. Loud Gothic music. Leaning on some gravestones were some Vampires and Witches taking some Crack and smack. By this time of night both races were pretty out of it and hungry for some blood. Suddenly a vampire, called Juno, ran out of the forest shouting
‘Dudes, Fresh blood!’ There was a sudden roar of joy among the crowd as he continued.
‘I spotted some werewolves in the forest about 500m away! They look stoned out of this world!’
‘Sweet’ said a vampire, ‘Lets go’ and half of them ran out into the forest to surround them and scare them back into the graveyard. Juno waited at the graveyard for them. Before a fight there was always a huge silence in which the air feels electric. Then through the blissful night air came a load cry as the vampires lured the werewolves towards the graveyard. All at once about 50 werewolves spilled into graveyard, about half of them tripping bright colours and odd patterns fell over as they failed to see any of the gravestones.
A swift gush, and the vampires were all over the werewolves like a plague over a third world village. There was a huge amount of fighting everywhere when suddenly a siren could be heard.
‘Crap, it’s the damn police’ said Juno. Right enough, 3 police cars pulled up next to the graveyard, got out an shouted…
‘Oi! Freaks, stick your paws or hands in the air!’
There was an awkward silence in which the vampires, witches and werewolves had stopped fighting and just looked in stupefied awe at the police.
‘Um… I know you guys owe use vamps money but if you help us kill them humans that will be debt paid’ said a vampire.
‘Sure! It would be our pleasure!’ they replied.
But before they lunged at the human police, there was a loud high-pitched singing in the background; sounding like it was coming from all directions…
The vampires and witches burst into laughter and the werewolves and humans looked scared.
It was the umpa lumpas and they had come to wreak havoc!
They came out the trees and stood on the wall of the graveyard and danced… There yellow hair, turquoise skin and pink dungarees with a skull on the front all looked very mesmerising as they did there thing.
It went on for about 10 minutes and after a while everyone was getting very bored!
‘um… don’t you think this is a tad monotonous?’ said Juno to the oompa lumpas. They turned and looked at him. Scowls on there tiny faces, they leaped at him and tore off his head.
‘Holy $£%@’ cryed a policeman, and he ran back to his car only to be meeted by hundreds of oompas on the bonet who ripped him apart limb from limb and ate him.
Everyone tried to run away but they were all attacked by the acid abusing oompas and eaten.
The End
Horror Story
It’s a cold autumn night in Transylvania at the Graveyard. The wind whistles through the trees as they dance around the edge. There is music playing. Loud Gothic music. Leaning on some gravestones were some Vampires and Witches taking some Crack and smack. By this time of night both races were pretty out of it and hungry for some blood. Suddenly a vampire, called Juno, ran out of the forest shouting
‘Dudes, Fresh blood!’ There was a sudden roar of joy among the crowd as he continued.
‘I spotted some werewolves in the forest about 500m away! They look stoned out of this world!’
‘Sweet’ said a vampire, ‘Lets go’ and half of them ran out into the forest to surround them and scare them back into the graveyard. Juno waited at the graveyard for them. Before a fight there was always a huge silence in which the air feels electric. Then through the blissful night air came a load cry as the vampires lured the werewolves towards the graveyard. All at once about 50 werewolves spilled into graveyard, about half of them tripping bright colours and odd patterns fell over as they failed to see any of the gravestones.
A swift gush, and the vampires were all over the werewolves like a plague over a third world village. There was a huge amount of fighting everywhere when suddenly a siren could be heard.
‘Crap, it’s the damn police’ said Juno. Right enough, 3 police cars pulled up next to the graveyard, got out an shouted…
‘Oi! Freaks, stick your paws or hands in the air!’
There was an awkward silence in which the vampires, witches and werewolves had stopped fighting and just looked in stupefied awe at the police.
‘Um… I know you guys owe use vamps money but if you help us kill them humans that will be debt paid’ said a vampire.
‘Sure! It would be our pleasure!’ they replied.
But before they lunged at the human police, there was a loud high-pitched singing in the background; sounding like it was coming from all directions…
The vampires and witches burst into laughter and the werewolves and humans looked scared.
It was the umpa lumpas and they had come to wreak havoc!
They came out the trees and stood on the wall of the graveyard and danced… There yellow hair, turquoise skin and pink dungarees with a skull on the front all looked very mesmerising as they did there thing.
It went on for about 10 minutes and after a while everyone was getting very bored!
‘um… don’t you think this is a tad monotonous?’ said Juno to the oompa lumpas. They turned and looked at him. Scowls on there tiny faces, they leaped at him and tore off his head.
‘Holy $£%@’ cryed a policeman, and he ran back to his car only to be meeted by hundreds of oompas on the bonet who ripped him apart limb from limb and ate him.
Everyone tried to run away but they were all attacked by the acid abusing oompas and eaten.
The End