*Just starting on, I wanted to write some مزید horror, this is going to be a bit different than my other's, I'm still deciding on some things. Please be kind. Enjoy :)*
Summary:When normal student Lewis Vander and his دوستوں make a horror film for their group project in history class, things seem to be going swell. The horror film is about killing’s that had happened years ago, and there adding some of their own little things, but soon the killings are happening again. And Lewis and his دوستوں fear that this isn’t a coincidence these killing’s are starting up again, there’s a reason. And they think it’s them.
Chapter 1
The project that started it all
Our town was never perfect, nor awesome, it’s old and beaten down. Houses built a few years پہلے in the early 1900’s still stand today, and even then it was a dead beat. This town is like a dead end, آپ don’t mean to come across it, nor do آپ want to stay, آپ just past through.
The only thing this wreck is famous for was for some of the most infamous killing’s a few years back. All kinds of tourists flocked here (and still do) for some good stories and ghost thrills, though I personally don’t believe ghost’s are here, this place is already a ghost town, we don’t need actually ghosts. Though I’ve never really believed in the supernatural.
Hi, my name is Lewis Vander, simple enough, yet different to not be normal, which I’m never not. I tend to be quiet some days, and loud others, I’m weird, get used to it. And I’m here to tell آپ a story, a horror story, ones that we love to read. This is going to be my way, I’ll fill آپ in on stuff and give آپ anything آپ need, ask and I will answer.
I like to call this story the rules of a horror story, because, it’s basically just that. My دوستوں and I have learned very valuable lessons, hopefully آپ will too.
Now this horror story isn’t bad, just…you might call it a little bizarre. It all started when my دوستوں and I were assigned for a group project…
“Good morning class,” Ms. Arthur کہا excitedly. “Who’s excited to be back here?!”
No response.
She sighed, “you guys always were a tough crowd. Well, why don’t we get started on very first group project!”
This time the whole class groans, even the ones who were sleeping, we hate projects, especially group ones, because Ms. Arthur always chooses, یا let’s us choose but then switches to different groups she finds nice.
“Being the history teacher, I thought we could work on a fun project, involving free food-”
Half the male’s population’s heads went up.
“-Free clothes-”
Half the woman’s population’s heads went up.
“-And money.”
Now everyone’s head went up.
“You guys choose which topic in history, after I choose the groups, the free stuff is to brag آپ to do good, I’ll pay آپ half during the work of your project, and half after, and don’t tell anyone my weird bribing teacher skills, it’s only to push آپ to do better.
“Push all آپ like Ms. Arthur,” a boy in the class said, “we need all the help we can get.”
“Shut up, Irwin,” Ms. Arthur said, annoyed. “You better do good, now, group time!”
I tensed at those words, knowing that soon enough, I would be paired with people I might come to hate. Ms. Arthur took out a paper, and smiled as she called out. I zoned out until I heard my name called.
“Lewis Vamder, leader of your group, and your group member’s are Jordan Dioni, Lila Hasting’s, فرن, فارن Etyo, Sasha Juin, Ashlynn Louis, Raphael Tompsin, and Chauncey Piordon.”
My seven members walked towards me, and I looked at the pro’s and con’s for this group. I barely knew anyone, but I could tell I’d come to like most of them. Jordan waved his hand. “Already introduced, Jordan.”
Lila rolled her eyes, as she waved at us too. “Lila, and I’d like to be called that way.”
Fern shook his head. “I ain’t waving, Fern, nice to meet ya’ll.”
Sasha rolled her eyes. “You all know me, of course, Sasha Juin, most hottest and popularest girl in school. And yes, my hair is naturally black.”
Ashlynn raised her eyes. “Who asked?” She turned towards the rest of us. “Ashlynn.”
Raphael crossed his arms, “I’m Raphael Tompsin, but please call me RT, یا Ralphie.”
“And…last but not least! Chauncey, yes I know my name is a bit old fashioned, so am I, so please get used to my very weird quips.” She smiled at us.
I raised my hand. “Lewis…but of course آپ already knew that, so, any ideas for a good project.”
Chauncey spoke up. “I’m a very good writer, so I can write a رپورٹ یا something.”
Sasha rolled her eyes. “A report, please, that’s been so overused, why don’t we just do something different? Something that’ll earn us a definite A, and admiration from the class.”
“What do آپ propose?” فرن, فارن asked her.
She shrugged. “Something eye-popping, something different, not something so overused that we become too.”
Ashlynn nodded. “I like the way your going with this…so um…what would the رپورٹ be about?”
Lila smiled. “I’ve been brainstorming that for awhile, see I knew we were going to get a project, and I believe I have the perfect assignment.”
“Which is?” RT, asked.
Lila shrugged. “The horror hou?”
“You mean…the time when that scary guy started getting super famous for his infamous killing’s and they didn't even know anything about him,” Sasha said.
Lila nodded. “Why not?”
Ashlynn nodded. “I got it! We can make a horror film, kind of like a documentary of the masked murderer and his infamous killing’s, we can even write a fake plot!”
“That’s perfect!”
“Bravo!”
“Let’s do it!”
Fern grinned wickedly. “This is going to be killer!”
If only we knew how right he’d be.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope آپ enjoyed! تبصرے and شائقین would be lovely!*
Summary:When normal student Lewis Vander and his دوستوں make a horror film for their group project in history class, things seem to be going swell. The horror film is about killing’s that had happened years ago, and there adding some of their own little things, but soon the killings are happening again. And Lewis and his دوستوں fear that this isn’t a coincidence these killing’s are starting up again, there’s a reason. And they think it’s them.
Chapter 1
The project that started it all
Our town was never perfect, nor awesome, it’s old and beaten down. Houses built a few years پہلے in the early 1900’s still stand today, and even then it was a dead beat. This town is like a dead end, آپ don’t mean to come across it, nor do آپ want to stay, آپ just past through.
The only thing this wreck is famous for was for some of the most infamous killing’s a few years back. All kinds of tourists flocked here (and still do) for some good stories and ghost thrills, though I personally don’t believe ghost’s are here, this place is already a ghost town, we don’t need actually ghosts. Though I’ve never really believed in the supernatural.
Hi, my name is Lewis Vander, simple enough, yet different to not be normal, which I’m never not. I tend to be quiet some days, and loud others, I’m weird, get used to it. And I’m here to tell آپ a story, a horror story, ones that we love to read. This is going to be my way, I’ll fill آپ in on stuff and give آپ anything آپ need, ask and I will answer.
I like to call this story the rules of a horror story, because, it’s basically just that. My دوستوں and I have learned very valuable lessons, hopefully آپ will too.
Now this horror story isn’t bad, just…you might call it a little bizarre. It all started when my دوستوں and I were assigned for a group project…
“Good morning class,” Ms. Arthur کہا excitedly. “Who’s excited to be back here?!”
No response.
She sighed, “you guys always were a tough crowd. Well, why don’t we get started on very first group project!”
This time the whole class groans, even the ones who were sleeping, we hate projects, especially group ones, because Ms. Arthur always chooses, یا let’s us choose but then switches to different groups she finds nice.
“Being the history teacher, I thought we could work on a fun project, involving free food-”
Half the male’s population’s heads went up.
“-Free clothes-”
Half the woman’s population’s heads went up.
“-And money.”
Now everyone’s head went up.
“You guys choose which topic in history, after I choose the groups, the free stuff is to brag آپ to do good, I’ll pay آپ half during the work of your project, and half after, and don’t tell anyone my weird bribing teacher skills, it’s only to push آپ to do better.
“Push all آپ like Ms. Arthur,” a boy in the class said, “we need all the help we can get.”
“Shut up, Irwin,” Ms. Arthur said, annoyed. “You better do good, now, group time!”
I tensed at those words, knowing that soon enough, I would be paired with people I might come to hate. Ms. Arthur took out a paper, and smiled as she called out. I zoned out until I heard my name called.
“Lewis Vamder, leader of your group, and your group member’s are Jordan Dioni, Lila Hasting’s, فرن, فارن Etyo, Sasha Juin, Ashlynn Louis, Raphael Tompsin, and Chauncey Piordon.”
My seven members walked towards me, and I looked at the pro’s and con’s for this group. I barely knew anyone, but I could tell I’d come to like most of them. Jordan waved his hand. “Already introduced, Jordan.”
Lila rolled her eyes, as she waved at us too. “Lila, and I’d like to be called that way.”
Fern shook his head. “I ain’t waving, Fern, nice to meet ya’ll.”
Sasha rolled her eyes. “You all know me, of course, Sasha Juin, most hottest and popularest girl in school. And yes, my hair is naturally black.”
Ashlynn raised her eyes. “Who asked?” She turned towards the rest of us. “Ashlynn.”
Raphael crossed his arms, “I’m Raphael Tompsin, but please call me RT, یا Ralphie.”
“And…last but not least! Chauncey, yes I know my name is a bit old fashioned, so am I, so please get used to my very weird quips.” She smiled at us.
I raised my hand. “Lewis…but of course آپ already knew that, so, any ideas for a good project.”
Chauncey spoke up. “I’m a very good writer, so I can write a رپورٹ یا something.”
Sasha rolled her eyes. “A report, please, that’s been so overused, why don’t we just do something different? Something that’ll earn us a definite A, and admiration from the class.”
“What do آپ propose?” فرن, فارن asked her.
She shrugged. “Something eye-popping, something different, not something so overused that we become too.”
Ashlynn nodded. “I like the way your going with this…so um…what would the رپورٹ be about?”
Lila smiled. “I’ve been brainstorming that for awhile, see I knew we were going to get a project, and I believe I have the perfect assignment.”
“Which is?” RT, asked.
Lila shrugged. “The horror hou?”
“You mean…the time when that scary guy started getting super famous for his infamous killing’s and they didn't even know anything about him,” Sasha said.
Lila nodded. “Why not?”
Ashlynn nodded. “I got it! We can make a horror film, kind of like a documentary of the masked murderer and his infamous killing’s, we can even write a fake plot!”
“That’s perfect!”
“Bravo!”
“Let’s do it!”
Fern grinned wickedly. “This is going to be killer!”
If only we knew how right he’d be.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope آپ enjoyed! تبصرے and شائقین would be lovely!*
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Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in love
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in love
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Slowly,
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit سے طرف کی bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
یا even separate us.
Because, آپ see,
We are bound.
We are bound
سے طرف کی the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit سے طرف کی bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
یا even separate us.
Because, آپ see,
We are bound.
We are bound
سے طرف کی the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
I look down at the snow below
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me سے طرف کی the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken سے طرف کی the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angels song
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me سے طرف کی the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken سے طرف کی the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angels song