666 Killer Drive Short Story

The curiosities that revolve around this event infatuate me. The night of the occurrence I knew something was off, I was petrified. I lied awake that night trying to remove my mind from the agonizing fear that crippled me, giving myself countless alternative reasons for the sounds that rudely awoke me. This man that did this to me was not a stranger, I spoke to him many times throughout the week and he was consistently kind, maybe it was part of his plan, so I wouldn’t suspect it. He was a regular acquaintance that I consistently interacted with, to me he wouldn’t ever hurt a fly, but that night, seconds before my death, I saw alarmingly unfamiliar resentment from the way he looked at me. I knew the noises weren’t the crickets. I hoped that

In 666 Death RD Bloody Mary BLVD 7631, there is a horrifying, supernatural, dried out house, your bones will have a frigid feeling going into the pores with just looking at the ancient, moldy, and dusty house. The exterior walls has been scratched off, with what seems to look like fingernails. You can see the cherry red blood, as if it was there for eons. The walls are made out of solid rock stones. They have the color of cherry red blood, and the Dark green color of molded algae. Around the perimeter, there are a couple of fallen chipped trees that will not only grab the victim, but they devour on their crunchy bones. In the front of the supernatural house, there is a female ghost, guarding the house from any disturbances, such as dark spirits.

On Friday, December 16, 2016, at 5:40 PM, Officers Patrick Daugherty and Frank Miller were working a uniformed assignment in cruiser 9022, and were dispatched to 1464 E. 26th Ave., on a report of a 10-34, involving an individual who was possibly deceased in the backyard of the residence. While driving to the location, Officers Daugherty and Miller received information from radio, indicating the caller’s husband was cold to the touch, not breathing, and had possibly been attacked by their dog.

I arrive at the scene at approximately 11:30am. It appeared to be a white two-story house with entry-level stairs along the right-hand side of the house. As I enter the house I noticed two bodies that were unresponsive, so I immediately follow up with a

It started on April 23, 2006 around 11:15 a.m. The wind was calm, it was cloudy and humid, and the warm air was finally kicking in. Around 32nd and Halsted, we heard a loud crashing sound.We ran toward the noise and found a cloud of smoke surrounding a totaled white Range Rover truck. As the smoke cleared, I realized a woman was hurt inside. However, her heart was still beating slowly. Immediately I called 911 and ensured an ambulance and police would arrive shortly. While taking her last breaths, she murmured a word I could not make out. It almost sounded like alley.

It was just a normal day like any other I was walking down my street and a group of us wanted to go camping, we got all our gear ready and went on, the first night was a little spooky, we were hearing strange sounds in the bushes near our campsite. In the morning we went to go see what was in the bushes nothing but unknown footprints.We were all debating on what the creature was, so the second night came by and then we heard the noise again all but Dave went outside the tents to see what was making that sound, we started shining flashlights until we heard a fast running sound away, all of were spooked out, in the morning we found out that Dave was not in his tent, we all thought he went to the bathroom but for a couple hours he still was not back.(153)

Someone is in my house and they are trying to find me. Send help. He has a gun. Send help. He’s in my kitchen shooting and breaking plates. I’m scared. Send help. I’m locked in my office waiting for someone to help me. Send help. I hear knocks on my wall and gunshots. I can’t run and grab my hunting rifle from my room. Send help. I’m locked in my office. Send help. Their footsteps are coming closer. Send help. He’s shut off the light. I think it’s Sean coming for me. My computer is illuminating the room. Send help. A few months

A short loud bang echoed through my ears and clumps of mud sprinkled on my pale skin like a cold shower. Edrenalin spreaded through my body faster than I could get up on my feet and look straight. The world was on mute, only a loud ringing whistle existed and it wasn't going away anytime soon. The high pitch sound was dampening and for some reason i was hoping to hear a familiar voice or sound that was of somewhat pleasing like my mother. But something more familiar started to come into reality, screaming. People were darting by me, like a sudden flash. I looked over to what they were doing, where they were going. And sure enough they were going over to the screams. A man who looked older than me was half submerged in mud and blood. He was

“Breaking news-,” the telecaster’s voice echoed throughout my Upper East Side bungalow, “-mental hospital reports a missing person's alert. The individual is a patient at Curtley Sanitarium in Winchester Bay, Oregon and has been labeled as extremely aggressive and dangerous. The patient is male with brown hair and hazel eyes and is about 6’2”, 190 lbs. He was last seen on October 24 and wearing light green hospital gown. If you see an individual matching this description, we urge you to contact (541) 853-5829 and to avoid contact with him at all costs.” I stopped folding my laundry and padded across my floor into the kitchen to take a look at the missing person, however there was no photo shown on the screen. I was eerily intrigued about the

It was 7:15 P.M. on a cold December Friday in Aurora, Illinois. Jack Stroman the forty-five year old police officer was picking up coffee from a Dunkin Donuts drive-thru. He received an alert from his car radio about a domestic dispute about five minutes away. He paid for his coffee at the window and headed over to the address. When he arrived, he noticed that he would have to take care of this situation solo. He knocked on the door and yelled, “Aurora Police, Open Up!” He stood at the door for thirty seconds until he knocked again. Still, there was no answer. All of the sudden he heard a powerful scream from a woman. He proceeded to open the door with his gun in hand. “Aurora police!” He shouted again. A loud “Help me!” came from the top floor. Jack ran up the

At approximately 4:20 A.M., on the early morning of October 14, 2006, my family and I were awakened by an armed intruder. We were frightened and

Late one night just as the sun began to set behind the distant hills a piercing scream was made out in the distance. Could this be the reappearance of the psycho man that dematerialized ten years ago that went around and conked on children’s windows and would scream until he made them cry many years ago? The man’s name was Jeff Reddy , he was supposed to be transported off to a mental asylum. When he was a child, he was dropped on his head and his parents and siblings were mean to him. The psycho man did not graduate high school because he was always petrifying people in school until one day a girl named Mary told the principal and he was suspended and they put a 350 foot restraining order from Mary.

We couldn’t see anyone. Than we heard a banging on the back door. We ran down the steps and locked that one too. We were wondering if we should call the cops. We all grabbed something and opened up the back door. No one was there. We opened up the front door. No one was there.We raced around the house and locked everything. We waited for Johnny’s parents to come home, but decided not to say anything. Later that night we went out again and walked down to a pizza parlor. We saw the guy laying down on a park bench looking as dead as a doorknob. We freaked out, but then Brett saw his chest rise and fall. Johnny said “He must’ve passed out.” Brett, the daring one, poked him. He sat up and gasped. Brett stumbled backwards. It looked as if the guy had risen from the dead. “ The guy screamed, and screamed, and screamed. We were scared out of our wits. We all looked at each other with the “what-the-heck-are-we-going-to-do-now?” look. He got up extremely slowly, slower than a turtle and his face was as pale as a ghost, his breathing was so shallow you could barely tell he was breathing at all. His eyes darted around at all of us as soon as he stopped wobbling. His face had the look of confusion and

One time there was a guy that was named Jeff Howard. He lived by Lidke Mill. One day he heard some strange noises by his barn. He thought it was just a rat or mouse or something. So he just left it alone. The next day he heard it again only louder. He saw something that he didn’t recognize before. It looked like his deceased wife Linda. But how she died in a fire 3 years ago. When he went to sleep that night he saw her in his dreams. It was giving him nightmares. He would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and crying and sweating in pain.

Ding dong the clock struck 12 o' clock. Many things never happened in my neighborhood but when things happened they were very drastic. There has been an elderly couple that has lived in an older two story house that has probably been here since the 17th century. I never was too spooked about the place not until the day one of my friends and I had the bright idea to pull some pranks on them... When we meant pull pranks on them, we meant to "roll their house". We were pretty stupid thinking that we would finally do it because we had been planning it everyday since the ending on winter, it is now the starting of Summer. As we kept inching our way from the house, we kept thinking all the wrong things that could happen, getting paranoid from