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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Kid with a Scalpel
[time] => 2005-02-13 16:16:56
[hometext] => this is about a dream i had
[bodytext] => A Kid With A Scalpel ******************** One Day a young man was left alone at home.He and his mother were throwing alot of old junk away.His mother had to go and get someone then take her home.So the young man had to finish throwing the stuff away. This young man was named Erik. He was sixteen years old. His parents divorced when he was one and a half years old, and chose to live with his mother when he was old enough to decide. His father was an alcoholic and he didnt want to live with one again. She goes to a public school in Carrollton, TX, and he has alot of friends. His best friend is Shadi Azhari.So on that same day, he went to sleep until his mother came home. When he awoke, his mother was still not home. So, he decided to throw the other stuff away himself. He went to the dumpster and threw the stuff away. As he was throwing it all away, She found a book with his cousins's name on it. He picked it up and ran inside to read it. When he finished the whole book; there was one more page that he didnt read, but when he read it; this is what it said : If you read this whole book you will get killed by a little kid with a scalpel in his hand. So say goodbye to your life. After Erik read that , he was in total shock.But, he shook his head and told himself it wasn't true. Erik found that he left out a box, so he went back outside to throw it away. When he opened the door, he dropped the box full of old decorations on the ground. He saw a little girl standing there in front of him. The girl was covered in blood. In her hand she held a little knife called a scalpel. The little girl looked at him like she was so angry with him. Erik ran back inside, But fell; When he hit the kitchen floor. The little girl ran after him and caught him. She almost cut his neck, but Erik got away before she could. He ran back outside and saw people standing there. Erik hollered help but everyone looked at him like he was crazy.Then he realized that they could not see what was happening because they didn't read the book. He turned around and saw the girl standing there before him. He ran around her, and she ran after him. Erik went to grab the phone, but it was too late. She stabbed his hand. He didn't know what to do. He could'nt run or hide. He was trapped and no-one could help him. Erik really wished he hadn't read that book. Finally, he went to his room and closed the door. The little girl was just outside his door. He quickly grabbed the phone and dialed his mother's cell phone number. He heard his mother's voice, but he could'nt say anything because he had been stabbed again. Right deep into his back. When this happened, he fell onto his bed. His mother came home ,she found her son on the bed covered in blood. His mother saw the book with her nephew's name on it. She read the whole book and was in shock. She went into the kitchen and found her son, Erik, standing there covered in blood with a scalpel in his hand. By Erik Bützin [comments] => 1 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Rhino33 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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