S79 PT #3: The Man Behind The Mask
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Title: Hotdog Slaughter
Jack Doggerman (Earl Biggins) was a teacher in his early years. He taught history 101 for a high school where he was beloved by many but he had a dark side to him. every couple of years a teacher would come up missing at the school. So he sought out a fresh start in fear he may be the next on the killers list. So he moved to a small town called Dexter in Michigan. He bought a small 2 bedroom house with 10 acres of land and began a new life. He started teaching at the nearby Highschool and settled in. For about a year nothing interesting happened. It was quite, almost to quite in this small little town. To combat the everyday life activities Jack met up with some colleagues from work one weekend and began chatting up one of the other teachers he seemed to gravitate towards. Frank Ween (Hotdog Lunch) was his name and Frank reminded Jack of his bestfriend in high school growing up. As they began chatting it up Jack felt something was familiar about this guy, he seemed to have known him from somewhere but he brushed it off and continued on with his night. The next morning rolled around. It was a Sunday and a beautiful day for some yard work on Jacks property. Jack went out to the woods where he was clearing a section of trees out in preparation for a barn he wanted to build. While he was out there something caught his eye. It was a package of hotdogs which were ripped apart, spread out, and mutilated. He was very confused and also very upset cause how could anyone do such a thing to a tasty treat like a hotdog. He picked them up and cleaned up the mess. While cleaning up the mess he found one hotdog still in tact sitting on a plate perfectly. As he picked it up and looked at the hotdog he noticed a name on it, and not just any name his name, Jack Doggerman. A cold chill down his spine and a question, "why? Why my name?". He took the hotdog inside his house and wrapped up for the night. The next morning Jack did his usual thing, Shower, Eat breakfast, go to work. As he arrived at work he noticed a familiar face on the way in, it was Frank. They talked a bit and Jack explained to him about the hotdog situation and Frank just brushed it off and said it was probably nothing. Jack agreed and went on about his day but the hotdog still lingered in his mind. On his way home Jack stopped and grabbed some hotdogs for dinner. When he arrived home he noticed a vehicle at his house. It was Frank. As Jack got out of his vehicle Frank approached him and said he needed to waste some time so he stopped over on his way home to see how things were going and to check out the property. They had a couple drinks and a couple laughs and set off on the property. Jack showed him where he was clearing the woods out for his new barn. While they were out there, Frank had tripped and messed his ankle up a bit but was okay and they continued on. Frank set off to take a piss in the woods while Jack sat in his lawn chair. Frank was gone for a while and that worried Jack so Jack went looking for him. As he got deeper into the woods he started finding hotdogs everywhere. There was a path of them, So he followed the path. It lend to a chair in an opening of the woods where Frank was sitting tied up. Something in Jack was saying to free him but a darker side was saying to leave him. Frank asked "Why Jack, Why me?" Jack answered "What are you talking about frank?" Frank said "You smacked me over the head with a branch and drug me out here and tied me up." A confused look came across Jacks face and then a realization set in. He thought "I blacked out again didn't I?" "I thought a fresh start would fix this problem". Jack naturally began his process, He grabbed a cloth baggy and put it over franks head. He then began to make his hotdogs on a little campfire he made. He boiled the hotdogs in a large pot of water. Once the hotdogs were cooked to perfection he took the bag off of Franks head and force fed him the hotdogs then put the bag back on his head. He then started pouring the hotdog water onto his head waterboarding him with hotdog water. The process went on for hours and Frank was sick to his stomach filled with hotdogs. The next morning Jack did his usual thing, Shower, Eat breakfast, go to work. He repeated this process until Friday. He went out to his property where he was clearing the trees and found the hotdog path and remembered Frank was back there. When he went to check on him Frank had passed and it was to late. Frank perished with a stomach full of hotdogs. These killings would happen on and off again every couple years and Jack would keep moving until he grew to old. He would eventually get caught and serve life but we wont get into details as I don't know where else to go with the story and I've written way to much nonsense. @Papajon I'm sorry for this I was bored at work. 934 words ![]() |
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