Chain Writing

It was a dark stormy night. I  was on the way back home from the library which was far away from my house. Then I heard a howling sound. I looked around and nothing was there. I kept walking. Then I tripped over something. It was rectangular stone next to me.There was a lighting and I saw what it said on the stone. It said '1923 Alexander Machingove'. It was a grave. I also saw a very old mansion.

 I was so scared, so I ran , but tripped on this stupid rock. DING~DONG the clock stroked twelve. I got up and kept on running and I turned around to see if anything was there but something was really fallowing me. I stopped to have a better look. It stopped too. It looked like a disabled man with glowing eyes. Then I ran fro my life again. In the middle of the nigh chased by a wicked man.  I was out of energy. I stopped and the man wasn't even 3feet away from me. he started saying "Where is my baby?" 

I was taken so taken back. I thought this man was going to hurt me of worse, KIDNAP ME!!!! I staggered. "I.....i...i..d-don't...k..n.o....w........" . Then man tilted his head . His voice changed when he asked em again. "Then where is my baby?" His eyes were literary glowing now. I feel like fainting. His hand slowly went into his pocket and I wish I didn't look at it but I saw a sharp blade coming out of that pocket.

I screamed my head off, but then the man disappeared. 'Where did he go?' I thought to my self. 'Did I just imagine him?' I thought again. But the blade was still on that place. But no owner. Shivering with fear I jogged back to my home. As I climbed into bed, a shiver went up my spine. Why was there suddenly a cold breeze inside my room. I yelled out in horror. There he was, that creepy old man again. As the approached me, I noticed one detail i had not seen before. There appeared to be a
ruby on his neck. I gulped. I suddenly remembered a book I read before. In that book, the main character pushed the ruby and the men disappeared. I wanted to see what happens. So I took a deep breath and pushed it hard. Just when he was about to stab my throat, he was gone. I was now

flabbergasted and astounded. However, the most significant thing is that I survived. I was relived, and just slept on the floor. I was suddenly transported to a room with.... nothing. The only word that could describe this room was emptiness. I could only see the door. Abruptly, I heard a creepy, scary voice. "I want to play a game." said a man. It seemed that he appeared from nowhere. He was short, and wearing a black tuxedo. His ribbon below his neck was -

"WHO ARE YOU?" I screamed. Covered with hands. His face was covered with a mask that resembled a ghost. "My name is Jigsaw. A.K.A Alexander Machingove. Your father killed me 35years ago in 1978. It started with a skirmish but bigger and bigger until he finally stabbed me with a fragment of glass." said Jigsaw. "WHAT?!" I screamed.

"Yes, Jason, you must accept the truth. And I will have revenge." smiled Jigsaw. He took a fragment of glass from his tuxedo. "Now I can rest in peace."  smiled Jigsaw. Then "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-----------!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"