by JOSEPH
As I draw closer to the smell of blood and pain killers I discover a giant footprint. It seems to stretch out for at least a mile. “We’re close exclaimed James Dean, I can smell the corpses.” “ We should set up camp for the night, the cramps could be waiting for us,” exclaimed Childish Gambino. “You don’t know that! Joe, what do you think?” asked Dean. “Let’s keep moving. When you can damn near taste the blood you know you’re close. Let’s proceed.” I said. We walk into the dark part of the forest, not knowing what we’d find ahead of us.
We are drawn into an open field surrounded by ghostly hollows. There is tension in the air, it’s so dense you can almost taste it. “Some things not right…I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” yelled Dean. As if on command we began to hear chanting and moaning all around us. We’re engulfed in the sounds as they begin to draw closer. We begin to walk faster to get out of the field. As we draw near the end we hear the most painful ovary wrenching screech we’ve ever heard. We turn around to find the tribe leader of the cramps standing about thirty yards away. He begins to charge at us with a lifeless sort of state. Behind him cramps pour out from a manhole. “Their beneath us!” screamed Gambino. We dash for the underbrush and instantly dive behind bushes. This was a smart move because the cramps are blind. To be continued…
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