-Author has a southern accent-
Some people swore that the place was haunted, the bowling alley I mean. Pins magically picking themselves back up, the ball mysteriously returning no matter how hard you rolled it, not to mention them there televisions that somehow kept your score without you having to lift a finger. Then there was the mysterious, spooky voice, often heard throughout the facility saying things such as "Lane eight, your fries are ready". Yep, that ole bowlin alley was possessed, by the DEVIL, so we did the only logical thing. When the manager closed up, and we had the cover of the night, we broke in, and doused the place in holy water. We thought for sure we had repelled the demon back to whence it came, when suddenly lights began flashing, and this terrible woopin sound started. Obviously there was only one thing left to do, so we set fire to the place and bolted home. Man I tell you what, nothin was the same again after that.
funny stuff buddy i was very entertained
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