Part 3

Murder By the Handful 3:Micah's Story.........A short story written by Chase Farinelli......

"Swish baby child!" Micah , the kinda short,14 year old white teenager exclaimed as he had just made the shot. "You mess with the bull you get the horns!" Micah said in a cheesy fake hispanic accent."More like, You mess mouse you get the squeak!" Chase teased.They shot the ball around the court of the abandoned North Carolinian house for a while like they usually do on a daily basis, it was the favorite place of the two best friends too hang out since in the ghetto town of Monroe there aren't a lot of safe places. The abandoned house was left by an extremely rich family,which one day they had 5 children, and the next they had 4 and they packed up and left mysteriously,never talking about the child that was missing. Now everyone in the town assured Micah that there were five children, but he counted himself and there were only 4.Anyways, that was 3 years ago, and he has been curious ever since too what exactly happened in that strange house."Oh crap, mom's gonna kill me!" Chase exclaimed,"i'll see ya later!" and with that went running down the street back too his house."Hmm.." Micah thought,"ive still got two hours..." and with that thought he slowly went into the house, not knowing he was making the worst, most life changing decision he ever will.

"wow", Micah thought to himself, "they left a ton behind!" He said as he walked by family paintings, pictures, jewels, dishes, books,"wait! jewels?!" He rushed back,Yes! there was a stockpile of jewels, Diamonds,Onyxes,Rubies,Pearls,Garnets, a ton of them and more! "It's a miracle!" he screamed, and too focused on the riches he thinks are his he doesnt se the mangled creature walk around the room.Micah stuffs his pockets and shoes full of the rare jewels, and hurries out so no one will see him,then he feels the hand.He turns around in a flash and falls onto his butt,"wh-wh-wh-who are you?" Micah says in horror, seeing the white plain mask with the drawing of a face, in blood.The Thing just stares back at Micah touching his scared face,"you'll do nicely" and with that he throws powder in his face, Micah is passed out in moments.... The Thing carries him downstairs.....

"wh-wh-what's happening?"Micah says hazily and confused, all he can see are bloody walls.The Thing stares at him with his grimacing mask, then finally breaks the silence,"lets play a game, here are the rules, I will let you go and give you a thirty second and your goal is too,along with the other participants, find eight keys randomly scattered throughout the house, but the catch is, with every key you get and open a lock with, the more i try too hunt you, so, shall we play?"The Thing says dastardly. "NEVER!!" Micah screams and starts to break down crying.He spit at The Thing. The Thing got so enraged,"so", The Thing slowly starts to cut Micah's face,"you wanna play or not?"Micah finally succumbs,"fine, i'll play your game, whatever i have to do to get out! " The Thing lets MIcah loose,"ready?" Micah nods. "3...2...1...GO!!" The Thing screams and Micah runs for his life, "I wonder who else i'm gonna meet here?" he thinks too himself..........The game has begun!