Elmo Kills Spuddy

WARNING-THIS STORY WILL HAUNT YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE AND MAKE YOU TERRIFIED OF ELMO. IT WILL MAKE YOU WET YOURSELF WITH FEAR. ONLY THE BRAVE SHALL READ IT AND NOT BE SCARED! @Amour Spudnick has been haunted by Elmo since she was little. Now Elmo wants to play... Also with other stories of Elmo the Evil...


11. Last Moments

~Spuddy's POV~

Today is my twentieth birthday. My last day on earth. Today, Elmo, the monster who has haunted me my whole life, will kill me. I am certain. I get up from my bed, walk to the bathroom, and I think back to a time when my parents sung me happy birthday. I hear a high-pitched voice singing:

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Spuddy, Happy Birthday to you!"


My arms have goosebumps on. The back of my neck prickles. My heart is thumping. I race back to my bedroom and huddle myself in a corner. Elmo loves hide-and-seek. I rock backwards and forwards "E-Elmo is c-coming. Elmo is coming. Elmo is angry" I say, tilting my head to one side. What am I doing? But I can't stop myself. I giggle girlishly. "Elmo wants to play...Elmo wants to kill.....me...." No! What am I saying? He'll find me! "Lalalalala....lala..laaa..." Please no, stop it, stop it! 

I can hear his footsteps, padding along the corridor. Oh no. He's going to see me.

"Elmo! Where have you been?" Shut up! Shut up! I can't stop! "You've been a looooong time." Oh, why? Am I going mad? I clamp a hand over my mouth, but it's too late, he's seen me. The knife in his hand glints wickedly. At least it's sharp.

"Happy death-day, dear Spuddy..." he sings quietly, "happy death-day to you..."

The knife cuts through my soft flesh easily and slits my throat. The pain is unbearable...the room is spinning and slowly fading to black. I am dead. 

Elmo has won.

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