A Night of Terror

I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of a thunderous pounding noise. The house was literally three rooms small, so I could pinpoint the sound fairly easy. It was coming from John's room. It was then I realized that Lewis and Kian were gone. It was then I noticed the huge hole in the wall, which was sticky to the touch. I put my eye to the hole to take a peek. It was met by a chode with ginger pubes. I recoiled instantly.

I tried to make a run for it to make it downstairs. I then remembered there was no downstairs. I made it to the hallway to find my escape blocked by no other than John with Kian at his flank. He whispered, "It's ok, Oliver Hebden-Smith, you're safe now." Kian proceeded to advance on my position. I ducked and rolled to evade his grasp, his wart and spot covered hands brushing my skin. Kian fell over after running towards me and had an asthma attack. John was still in my way. He looked almost angry now. "YOU KINKY SHIT!" he bellowed. Out of nowhere I felt arms around me. I turned to discover it was Mr. Murphy. I broke from Mr. Murphy's grasp to make it to the front door. As I made my way to escape, I ran into my worst nightmare. The door flung open, and standing there in all their glory were Kian's two fat lesbo neighbors. They charged at me trying to take me down. I could hear her neck snap as I drop kicked the first one. I then disposed of the blind one by triple power bombing her. With them out of the equation, I dashed to the door. John was too fast and swiftly made it to the door, then locked it with the key, then shoved it up Lewis's butchin. John looked pissed now.

John lunges at me, suffocating me in his vice like grip. He carried me to his room while he chanted, "Your safe now." Borthwick poked his head out and said, "Nice of you to join us." I said croakly, "Fuck off, Borthwick, look at your trim." Borthwick then looked at the ground sadly and lonely and left Kian's. Sadly, my fate did not end the same as John chained me up in his room. While in John's room, I could hear the distant screams of the children he must be keeping below. By the sounds of it, they were infants. "Oh, I'm gonna punish you, boy," John said as he brushed his foreskin against my chest. He then walked away and asked me, "Ye want some crisps?" He came back with four packets of cheese and onion and shoved each individual crisp either up my arse or down my jap's eye. While I was recovering from this severe pain, he continuously rubbed his bellend on my nostril. He then took me off the wall and tied me to the table. He then trimmed his toenails and threw the clippings at me. I was disgusted beyond belief and had been crying for a long time. Then a last hope appeared. I got a phone call from Jimbo Simpson. I answered and screamed for help. Jimbo came charging like a bull within seconds, braking down the door. I gave my battle cry "Sticky to the touch" so Jimbo could instantly locate me. He took down John and devoured him in one bite. He threw me out the window. I had finally escaped.