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\chapter{The Cellar Of Death}
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\by{Lord Humongus}
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Luke walked down the house's scarred walls. The place was full of
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hate, he could
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feel it tingling in his bones. Like some sort of hate filled
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bastard feeling. {\em Filled with hate.} he dismissed the
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thought.
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His parents were moving thier stuff into the old, creaking hate
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filled house. Luke ran up to his obseqious parents, warnings of
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hate emerging from his mouth accompanied by the screeches of
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horror. His abusive father slapped him in the face and told him to
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``Quit it, you dumb pecker.'' Luke couldn't. He had to warn
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them.
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Luke looked for anything to defend himself from the evil, but he
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found nothing. He looked throughout the house for something. Only
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to
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come up empty handed. He walked out of the door wondering about
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what he could do.
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He ran into Suzy, his sister, she teased him and called him a
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pussy. {\em She called me a cat that's not insulting why would she
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call me
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a cat?} thought Luke.
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The sun hid under the horizion. The screams of animals filling the
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empty night air. Luke arose from his bed. Suddenly a illmunescent
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gigantic head appeared in his room. It opened its lips to talk. All
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Luke could feel was hate in his brain.
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Nasty, painful hate.
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Luke awoke in his bed in the morning. He ran down to his parents
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screaming and screeching like some annoying owl. His father rose
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his hand. Luke closed his mouth shut.
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He wandered down into the lone cold cellar of the hate house.
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Looking for clues as to what was causing so much hate. He looked
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around the
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dusty cold floors. His came upon an old case full of dust. He
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opened the golden latches, looking for anything that might be a
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clue. Inside,
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was a horrible book. He knew what must cause the hate. This book.
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He threw it into the evening fire that was in the fireplace. His
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dad slapped him in the face for doing that but he thought to
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himself ``I just saved your life you fool.'' and smiled to himself
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because he was so smart and stuff and found out about the
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hate.
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But it didn't work he was wrong. The hate returned each night, and
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each day Luke received a slap to the face for being an annoying
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little mutant. He slept scared under his covers each night the
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horrible head would return to him and use all the hate and torture
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him with its 's telepathic mind full of hate and ire. He awoke
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every morning screaming at nothing. Until one night, he heard his
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parents scream. He ran to thier room to see them being dragged into
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a portal. A portal to hoboken. Luke laughed at them as they were
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sucked into a trailer park abyss. Full of people you didnt want to
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hang out with because they are all hate filled evil creatures from
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the third nuclear war.
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He hid the bodys in his bavarious cellar.
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They should've listened!
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