Mister Fear
My name is Jimmy McIntosh, and today I'm going to share a story of the man in the white suit, "Mister Fear".
It was an ordinary day in my life; I was hanging out with a few friends that afternoon, but what came that evening haunts me to this day. His arrival was like that of a circus performer, "Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Prepare to be astounded by the most wonderful performance you shall ever witness! From the greatest of all performers, Mister Fear!", he seemed a bit off base with reality, as if years of a laughing gas addiction had taken its toll on his mind. His appearance was basic, a white suit with a red tie, but the thing that stood out was the slender black top hat that sat slightly slanted to the right of the crown of his head. His face however was covered by a performer's mask, allowing only his eyes to be seen.
"Alright, pal, who the hell are you?", Joseph chimed in after a short period of silence. "You don't listen too well, do ya, kiddo? I'm the incredible, the astounding, the magnificent Mister Fear! And today I'm here to play a game with you marvelous adolescents.", he chuckled as he finished the statement. "Game, huh? Lets play!", Charlie was always the over-confident one of the group. "Ahh, a contestant. Step right up!", a spot light from nowhere shone down on Charlie. "The game is simple. I will ask you one simple question, if you answer correctly you live, but answer incorrectly and you die.", Mister Fear was just as cocky as Charlie. "Die?! As if! Bring it, Freak!", Charlie sneered at the man. "The question is this: What gets wetter the more it dries?", he questioned Charlie calmly. "Uhh.. Uhm.. I don't know", Charlie stammered. As those words crossed his lips his fate was sealed. He'd begun to choke on the air he had been breathing.
At this point Jason ran for the door to only find it barred shut. "An escape artist, huh? Escape from this!", Mister Fear said, and with a gesture of his hand the bars twisted around his neck cutting off the oxygen to his lungs. A similar process continued for the remaining six of my friends.
"I'll be back. Gotta hit the can", I lied knowing my fate lied in the two minutes I could escape the room. "You are the next contestant! Hurry back or be disqualified. He chuckled and the bars opened so I could leave the room. I scrambled to find something to end this game, only to find a three inch pocket knife in a junk drawer. I slid the knife into my pocket and returned to the room. After entering, the bars twisted back across the door in a twisted web of iron. "Ahh! Our contestant! You have the same question my friend. What gets wetter as it dries?", the knife seemed to burn in my pocket and I stepped toward the twisted jester in front of me. "A towel. You smile as you murder the innocent, do you smile as you die?", I asked pulling the knife from my pocket and in one swift motion driving it into his stomach.
His blood was not red, but a deep black, like the night sky. A twisted grin curled across his face. "You win, but you cannot kill fear my boy. I will always reside in your mind.", he choked out. A thin trickle of blood fell down his chin and onto his glowing white pants. Moments later he let out a laugh and through the blood accumulated in his mouth he said, "That's the end of my show everyone."
"Alright, pal, who the hell are you?", Joseph chimed in after a short period of silence. "You don't listen too well, do ya, kiddo? I'm the incredible, the astounding, the magnificent Mister Fear! And today I'm here to play a game with you marvelous adolescents.", he chuckled as he finished the statement. "Game, huh? Lets play!", Charlie was always the over-confident one of the group. "Ahh, a contestant. Step right up!", a spot light from nowhere shone down on Charlie. "The game is simple. I will ask you one simple question, if you answer correctly you live, but answer incorrectly and you die.", Mister Fear was just as cocky as Charlie. "Die?! As if! Bring it, Freak!", Charlie sneered at the man. "The question is this: What gets wetter the more it dries?", he questioned Charlie calmly. "Uhh.. Uhm.. I don't know", Charlie stammered. As those words crossed his lips his fate was sealed. He'd begun to choke on the air he had been breathing.
At this point Jason ran for the door to only find it barred shut. "An escape artist, huh? Escape from this!", Mister Fear said, and with a gesture of his hand the bars twisted around his neck cutting off the oxygen to his lungs. A similar process continued for the remaining six of my friends.
"I'll be back. Gotta hit the can", I lied knowing my fate lied in the two minutes I could escape the room. "You are the next contestant! Hurry back or be disqualified. He chuckled and the bars opened so I could leave the room. I scrambled to find something to end this game, only to find a three inch pocket knife in a junk drawer. I slid the knife into my pocket and returned to the room. After entering, the bars twisted back across the door in a twisted web of iron. "Ahh! Our contestant! You have the same question my friend. What gets wetter as it dries?", the knife seemed to burn in my pocket and I stepped toward the twisted jester in front of me. "A towel. You smile as you murder the innocent, do you smile as you die?", I asked pulling the knife from my pocket and in one swift motion driving it into his stomach.
His blood was not red, but a deep black, like the night sky. A twisted grin curled across his face. "You win, but you cannot kill fear my boy. I will always reside in your mind.", he choked out. A thin trickle of blood fell down his chin and onto his glowing white pants. Moments later he let out a laugh and through the blood accumulated in his mouth he said, "That's the end of my show everyone."
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