It is a cool and windy night in the village of OAKVILLE. Stars are a sparkling, owls are a hooting, and the HARVEST MOON is out. Locking himself up in his bedroom lurks 38 year old 38 year old MELVIN BARK. Doing something that he would never do again, MELVIN BARK writes another horror story. This horror story haunts MELVIN BARK in his dreams and he is afraid that for if he writes the horrible story that it may come true like the one horrible dream before that.
It happened six years ago today that MELVIN BARK was writing a horrible story about finding eyeballs in his ice cream just for kicks. The next day, as MELVIN BARK bought him some TURTLE POOP ICE CREAM, some red substance started to run from the ice cream craten. MELVIN BARK thought that some STRAWBERRY CAKE ICE CREAM might have exdently got mixed into the TURTLE POOP ICE CREAM by mistake. Oh, MELVIN BARK should not have gotten ice cream that day.
"I pray that some insudunt happens like the last time I write a horror story. That one really got to me. I could not pick up a paper and a pencil for quite some time. Although it happened to me, I got to put the past behind me and move on with my life,"smiles MELVIN. As he places the pencil to the the sheet of notebook paper, MELVIN BARK pauses for moment in wondering if he should really do this.
Right away, MELVIN BARK began to write. Like some authors, MELVIN BARK did not take a moment to breath. His hand working hands where back to writing. Laughing in joy, MELVIN BARK eyes sparkled. As MELVIN BARK took a deep breath, he wrote THE END.
"There, now let us see what happens,"giggled MELVIN. As he began to giggle, MELVIN BARK'S lims started to suck in to his body! Laughing in fear, MELVIN BARK had vanished. All the was left was the story that MELVIN BARK had written. The story stating that MELVIN BARK was never born. THE END
