Bloody Mary

November 9, 2005 by jambohunter
Filed under: Uncategorized

One night i was on the internet chatting to a person on a chat room
and this is how the conversation went………..

me: hiya, wat ur name.
person: I can’t tell u that.
me: why?
person: it’s a secret.
me: well my names Jack so u have got to tell me yours.
person: fine my names BLOODY MARY .
me: cool !
person: This is a secret so don’t tell anybody, I travel around in mirrors.
me: ok your starting to freak me out now!
person: I live near u.
me: wan’t to meet some time
person: yes, if you wan’t to see me send this conversation in an e-mail to 11 of your freinds then you can see me and not get hurt.
me: okay seeya soon then!
person: yeah…… soon…….

when I had sent this conversation to eleven of my freinds I went into my room and noticed the light would not switch on, I carried on in my room and looked in my mirror, I saw a black figure with greasy long hair holding a knife take a step towords me, and bring back the knife abouve its head I turned around and the figure had gone. The light flickered back on it revealed a pool of blood on the floor of my tatty bedroom, if I hadn’t sent that conversation, Mary would of hurt me, so if this happens to you just don’t say you want to meet her, because its not just somebody freaking you out, its for real.

spiders

October 18, 2005 by jambohunter
Filed under: Poetry

spiders are spiders they frighten all,
watching wating to leap off the wall,
they are not big and tall,
but i don’t like them and thats for sure.

Things are not what they seem

October 17, 2005 by jambohunter
Filed under: Poetry

shoes are for wearing you say, when i know a shoe that could shoot you!
bikes are for riding you say, why i know a bike that could fly a kite!
computers are for playing on you say, when i know a computer that is a looter!
chairs are for sitting on you say, well i know a chair that can walk up the stair!
humans are alone in the universe you say, well just look up and glare…….

the hat

by jambohunter
Filed under: Poetry

The hat that sat on my mat and snorted at my mum,
came today and had a play with my old school chum,
he’s not a bad hat or a good one but he’s sitting on my head!