I was nervous. Why? Well I think you would be nervous to, if you were in my situation. I mean, its not everyday you walk up to a haunted house and run into a creep who claims he is Merlin. I mean really. Why would a legendary sorcerer be in a children's haunted house? But thats not all, because he had a chain saw. That worked. He cut down a TREE! Then he ran after me, out of the haunted house (I thought the scary stuff was supposed to stay in the haunted house!) and across two blocks. He followed me into the Church parking lot! The parking lot of a Church. Where God and Angels and overall GOOD was. Yet here this freak was following me and yelling 'spells' at me. Magic doesn't exist, 'Merlin!' Back to the running, we had almost reached the elementary school. I was hoping this guy wouldn't follow me into the crowd of 4th grade Spanish kids, but he did. Why? Because he was a crazy maniac who wanted to kill the whole Spanish Class, and me. Well, I guess your dreams came true you possessed saw Merlin. Because I'm dead now.
THE END
Ahem... well, that was... interesting. No editing for now. I'm quite confused by that whole story. Heh.
