Its mid November, there I am. Just standing in a field full of- I am getting ahead of myself… It all started in early August. I was talking to my friend West on the way to school (Yeah weird name right?). Well to get from his house to school we have to walk around the block. When we walk we always see the same things: pink flamingoes, lawn gnomes, lantern statues, and sometimes fake deer. Well there’s this one guy who LOVES flamingoes. I mean he LOVES them they’re on his yard in his house and on his roof. We call him Old man Pinky his real name is Peter Black. Now I’ve seen some very creepy things in my lifetime, and his yard I have to say is the creepiest. I mean I’m the only scene kid in our school and that freaks the living crap out of me! Well at school we had a history lesson in class, our teacher was droning on and on about the Civil War, he also talked about how during the civil war how people started to put a very odd thing in their yards. Lawn gnomes, but these weren’t your average happy little pieces of crap. They were SCARY; he said they deterred intruders from stealing anything. So he said our next assignment was to make a lawn gnome. So when I got home I got all of my stuff out of my wolf backpack that I studded to say Mike. When I was done I wiped my eyeliner off and went outside. I looked around and grabbed the nearest lawn gnome, went inside and painted it. It had eyeliner on, red eyes, black Skinny jeans, and a ripped apart chest. My dad came home to me painting it and he asked “What. Is that?” I looked at him, smiled and said “My lawn gnome.” My dad went on to his business and as I looked up I saw my black hair and I saw a very strange man standing outside. He had a shredded overcoat, a top hat, and an oddly shaped cane, when I looked closer there was a woman trying to get him to, well, have sex with her for money. He turned slowly and did something I always thought would be cool, but this. This was horrifying. HE RIPPED HER APART! Limb by limb he used his not a cane but a sword to chop her up, and threw her in a bag. He looked at the mirror, smiled, and VANISHED. The next day I didn’t speak to anyone. Not my teacher, my friends, no one. When I got home I decided that it was my sister using hallucegens again. I went in her room. I could smell it; pot mixed with…something else. So I went outside and there was no blood, then. I looked closer; there was a little drop of blood. When I smelled it? Woman’s perfume. As I freaked out I started to notice tiny movements. Slow at first, then in rapid succession. As I looked to see what it was, someone grabbed me! I looked up to see a partially decayed face, a top hat, and…a ripped to shreds overcoat. Fear was the first thing to enter my body. It was also the first to take over, because what I saw next. THAT was the worst part…lawn gnomes. Everywhere. They all fled to the woods when I noticed mine, staying behind and watching them go. He turned to me, walked to my feet, and hugged me with his little concrete arms. He said this “Hello master! I am 1245632564!” “What?” “Call me Gnomie for short.” I stared into those little beady eyes and saw life. I knew this wasn’t a dream. For the next month I hid Gnomie from my dad. When November rolled around, I realized I’d made a friend. Then that fateful day came. It was mid-November; I was sitting in the forest when I heard a chuckle. “Hello Mikeal…” I turned to see an old and young face staring at me. He said “My name is….Jack. Jack the Ripper!” I sated in shock, this was him! The one who killed that prostitute! He stared at me for a while, and then did what I didn’t expect. He said “I am your grandfather. Well great-grandfather.” I smiled and said under my breath “I know…” I grabbed his can and ran it through his eye…” And took my place, as Mike the Ripper! Then they where everywhere, thousands of them! Remember when you play Peek-a-Boo I’LL SEE YOU!!!
Credit To: Markus Womack