He thought he heard someone in the house. It wasn't the sound of the sick and dying, screaming their lungs out for help. But, to Jimmy. He thought of it as a cry, no, not a cry like someone was beaten to death with a metal object, but it was the cry of a child, a child so lonely that Jimmy quickly rushed to the house, grabbed the door knob, and pushed back and forth on it.

"LET ME IN!," He yelled as if it was something serious, still pushing back and forth onto the door knob.

As he stopped, he slowly walked away. With a quickness, he turned around and let out a loud and thunderous war cry, running back to the house and breaking down the door. Once he entered the home, nothing could be seen; it was darker than the night sky. Then, out of the ordinary, Jimmy smelled something. It was the smell of a dead corpse.

"This smell seems familiar," Jimmy said cluelessly. "No, it can't be." He said quickly. As he looked down, he noticed that the door he broke down was gone. When he looked behind himself, looking at nothing but the tracks he had left behind. With no sense of remorse, the lights cut on. Once Jimmy turned around, "BAM." And with dead silence, he fell to the floor as the noise echoed slowly, with blood flying into the air from a big GASH on his forehead.

Jimmy is a young, yet skillfully trained swordsman, out of Japan. He came a long way from his hometown, Okinawa to live with his other Japanese relatives in America. And now, the story begins.

It was now 12 'o' clock a.m. and Jimmy still layed unconcious. And as if by magic, he came too, got up, and looked at the door, "What the heck just happened?," Jimmy said to himself confusingly. "Was I dreaming, oh, I'm so confused." He continued.

As he walked to the door, he heard the sound of a chainsaw. Once he turned to look, he saw two women, three men, and a psychopathic murderer with a chainsaw. 

*Kinda like the chainsaw masacre movies and what not*

Don't try to leave boy, cause you aint goin' nowhere," Said one of the three men as if he was crazy. Touching the door knob quickly, Jimmy pulled the door open with such strength that he ran like death approached him. On his way home, he rushed into a rich looking drug store. "HEY YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP RUNNING IN MY STORE!," Said the store clerk with anger. Very slowly, Jimmy took his time to slow down, and sat down in a corner, breathing so heavily that he felt his heart beating so fast like it had worked out for over 24 hours.

"Hey now, what's wrong with you kid? You look like you just ran from a freakin' fright train or maybe it was li...." The store clerk said as she walked towards Jimmy and spotted the gash on his forehead. "OHMIGOD, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FOREHEAD?" She continued with a surprise. "Oh, nothing," Jimmy said with coolness. "Are you sure?" The clerk said, questioning Jim with a frown of disappointment. Jimmy quickly gave up and told the store clerk everything that went on the night before. He even told her alittle about himself.

As the day went on, Jimmy stayed inside of his home, upstairs in his room, sitting down watching horror flicks all day. His parents weren't home yet; they had goneout to a formal dinner and wouldn'y be back until 11 'o' clock p.m.

After a while, it got dark, and the time was now 11 'o' clock p.m... silence was all that the town needed for that day, after what happened last night. One hour later, a car pulled up in front of the house. "BAM BAM BAM." Loud knocks didn't bother Jimmy as he sat in his room on the floor, with his back against the wall, and headphones over his ears, listening to music from his favorite Japanese Hard Rock band, LOUDNESS.

To be continued....