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Heres a shortstory I've just wrote and I think it would be cool if a game was made from it (but levels must be added).

It all began on a blisteringly cold winter’s day when Tim Masin came running down the ally with his head buried under his coat. The rain was coming down hard, and the fog limited the range of his sight tremendously. It was gone eight and so the only light was that from the torch in his hand. He fumbled with the key in a mad rush to open the door. At last he got his key in the lock and pushed open the door. There was a note on the floor, water had dripped all over the paper which made it very hard for Tim to make out exactly what the note said. Tim picked the note up, as he did a flash of lightening lit up the sky for a few seconds then a huge roar of thunder loud enough to shake the house down, made Tim drop the note and jump back. Startled Tim stood there for a moment, he then took a deep breath to control his nerves. Then he picked the note up for a second time and slowly began to attempt to decipher the once easy to read note.
After some time Tim decided what each letter was, even though some had ran half way down the paper from the wet drips. Tim read it aloud to himself “We’ve gone to your Aunt Linda’s, be back soon, mum”. Tim put the note slowly down on the table before taking refuge from the storm under his beautifully warm bed quilt.

Tim was 14 years old and was quite big for his age. Tim loved his computer, which he spent just about all his time on, if Tim was not sat in front of the computer you would be sure to find him sitting lazily in his chair in front of the television.

Slowly Tim shut his eyes and gave up the battle to stay awake, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

“The removal men are coming to pick our things up tomorrow at about nine o-clock.” said Tim’s mum as she sat down with a plate of toast held tightly in her hand.
Tim had always dreamt of a big house, swimming pool and a big garden, and soon his dream would come true. Tim was moving house from his small house in the middle of town to a large house just on the out-skirts of town.

Within a week Tim had really settled in at his new home, but the swimming pool was going to take a lot longer to get used to. He just couldn’t wait until the summer when he could swim all day long in the sky blue water.

Tim was sitting in his room playing on the computer when he noticed a figure standing directly out side the house. The figure didn’t seem to notice the rain hammering down on him. Tim couldn’t see his face though, as he had a scarf wrapped tightly round it. The figure was quite tall, had a blue pair of tatty cord trousers and was wearing an old dark green coat. After about half an hour the figure walked slowly on down the path. The same thing happened the next day and the next day and the day after that. Each day the figure wore the very same clothes and just stared at the house. At first Tim thought nothing of it but after two days Tim began to wonder exactly what it was this figure wanted. Tim knew exactly what his parents would say if he told them “Tim you’re just being stupid, it’s probably just a sad poor person admiring the house. Tim why are you being so silly. Tim let it go it’s nothing”. “Well they would be right about the person being a sad man. He is probably gone in the head or something,” thought Tim.

On Saturday Tim woke up early morning and went straight down to breakfast. As soon as he had finished his breakfast he logged straight into his computer and began to play. Time had past while Tim had been playing and it was soon getting to 7-o-clock in the evening when Tim’s mum called up from the foot of the stairs “we’re going to the pub for a few hours, we should be back by half ten, okay” Tim was well away stransfixed on the screen in front of his eyes. He heard the door close and caught a glimpse of his parents through the window as his mum put the umbrella up and they both disappeared from view. The rain really began to come down very hard and every few seconds lightening lit up the dingy sky with harsh rumbles of thunder following close behind. Within twenty minutes he saw the figure out-side again. Tim opened the window, it’s time to find out exactly what this freak wants thought Tim. “Oy, what are you looking at” shouted Tim in a rather hostile manner. The figure raised their head and took a large stone from their pocket. The figure didn’t reply but his eyes lit up a devilish red, he then through the rock straight at Tim before slowly walking off just ignoring the heavy rain hammering down on their jacket.
The rock smashed through the window, shimmers of glass flying in every direction, Tim looked at the window horrified to see that all of its glass had shattered and had fallen in a pile on the ground. Tim looked at the rock now on the floor in his bedroom. A piece of paper was tightly wrapped round it secured with an elastic band. Tim was really shaken up, he wanted so to tell his parents but he knew the answer already, they would just think he was making it all up. Tim didn’t know what to do, he looked at the rock as if inviting him to pick it up and read the contents in which it holds so tightly round it. Finally Tim picked the rock up, his hand was shaking so much that he nearly dropped it. He slowly sat down, took some deep breaths and slowly unwrapped the paper from around the rock. Tim looked at it, the writing was not written with a pen, for it was a red and runny substance. Tim looked at it again more closely and cringed, the writing was written in blood. Tim could hardly look at it, but he longed to find out what was written. He looked at it, his stomach churning deep inside his body. Finally he deciphered the writing that had ran down the whole page. Tim read it over in his mind, “I will come to collect what is rightfully mine”. Tim swallowed hard. He heard sharp creaks from the stairs, which startled him. Tim jumped to his feet then ran as silently as possible, heart pounding nearly as loud as the thunder outside. He had to phone his parents. They had to believe him. The intruder was making his way up the stairs. Tim’s whole body was shaking. He risked a peek round the door, as he did so a flash of lightening lit up the landing. Tim saw a shadow on the wall. A figure was slowly staggering up the stairs. The only thing the shadow really showed was that whoever it was coming up the stairs had a large knife clutched in their hands, held high above its head. Tim didn’t know what to do, but whatever he was going to do had to be done now otherwise the figure was sure to see him.

Tim decided to crawl slowly, silently so as not to make a sound across the landing and in to his parents room. By the time Tim had made it to his mum and dad’s room, the figure was nearly at the top of the stairs. Tim grabbed the phone from off the table and raised the receiver to his ear. He listened hard for the dialing tone. Nothing, the phone was dead. Tim looked once more around the door to see the figure entering his bedroom. His whole body was shaking, tears were trickling down his face. The intruder was now staggering across the landing, the knife still held high. Tim closed his eyes and wiped the tears from his face. After a few seconds he reopened his eyes and crept to the door tears once more crawling down his face. The rain out side was hitting hard on the windows, the lightening illuminated all in the room and a few seconds later, an ear splitting growl of thunder.

Tim stood momentarily thinking of what to do next. He finally had decided to risk another peek around the door, to see if there was still enough time to get to the stairs before being caught. As the short blasts of lightening were the only source of light Tim had to wait for a blast to come, the few second wait felt like ages to Tim as the figure would no doubt be still getting closer and closer. Finally the blast of lightening lit the room and the landing, so Tim forced his head around the door. He looked hard, his eyes so wide that they felt as though they were going to fall to the floor. Tim pulled his head back to his body. When he had looked out on the landing just then all he saw was the landing, no intruder, no knife. It must have my imagination thought Tim, but the shadows looked so real. He was about to go back to his room when another blast of lightening lit up the room. Out of the corner of his eye Tim saw the mirror, there was himself but behind him was the intruder. Tim’s jaw dropped in disbelief, his heart stopped dead, he turned, the lightening blast ended and so a huge grown in thunder shook his body as the cold metal of the knife pearced his body, tearing deep into the flesh. Blood spat out of his body and on to the floor, shortly after, Tim’s body dropped also to the floor with a loud thud. Tim gasping for air raised his eyes just high enough to see the figure battering the hollow wall with his bare hands. After a few hits the fists had punctured a huge hole in the wall. The figure reached into the hole and pulled out two dusty old dolls. “I left you here when I was a child, and now I’m back to re-claim you” said the intruder now on his knees. The figure removed the scarf, tearing it from around his neck and throwing it to the floor. He smirked staring deeply into the doll’s eyes, his face was smothered in black, so it was hard to make out any of his features other than the eyes, which like before, glowed a deep blood red. That was the last thing that Tim ever saw and heard before his head dropped and this time his heart really did stop. The figure clutched the two dolls in one hand and without hesitation he thrust the knife into his own body. The figure let out an ear splitting scream of pain. The knife fell out of his hands and dropped hitting the floor at the very same time as his body. “At last I have you my beauties”!

Heres a shortstory I've just wrote and I think it would be cool if a game was made from it (but levels must be added).

It all began on a blisteringly cold winter’s day when Tim Masin came running down the ally with his head buried under his coat. The rain was coming down hard, and the fog limited the range of his sight tremendously. It was gone eight and so the only light was that from the torch in his hand. He fumbled with the key in a mad rush to open the door. At last he got his key in the lock and pushed open the door. There was a note on the floor, water had dripped all over the paper which made it very hard for Tim to make out exactly what the note said. Tim picked the note up, as he did a flash of lightening lit up the sky for a few seconds then a huge roar of thunder loud enough to shake the house down, made Tim drop the note and jump back. Startled Tim stood there for a moment, he then took a deep breath to control his nerves. Then he picked the note up for a second time and slowly began to attempt to decipher the once easy to read note.
After some time Tim decided what each letter was, even though some had ran half way down the paper from the wet drips. Tim read it aloud to himself “We’ve gone to your Aunt Linda’s, be back soon, mum”. Tim put the note slowly down on the table before taking refuge from the storm under his beautifully warm bed quilt.

Tim was 14 years old and was quite big for his age. Tim loved his computer, which he spent just about all his time on, if Tim was not sat in front of the computer you would be sure to find him sitting lazily in his chair in front of the television.

Slowly Tim shut his eyes and gave up the battle to stay awake, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

“The removal men are coming to pick our things up tomorrow at about nine o-clock.” said Tim’s mum as she sat down with a plate of toast held tightly in her hand.
Tim had always dreamt of a big house, swimming pool and a big garden, and soon his dream would come true. Tim was moving house from his small house in the middle of town to a large house just on the out-skirts of town.

Within a week Tim had really settled in at his new home, but the swimming pool was going to take a lot longer to get used to. He just couldn’t wait until the summer when he could swim all day long in the sky blue water.

Tim was sitting in his room playing on the computer when he noticed a figure standing directly out side the house. The figure didn’t seem to notice the rain hammering down on him. Tim couldn’t see his face though, as he had a scarf wrapped tightly round it. The figure was quite tall, had a blue pair of tatty cord trousers and was wearing an old dark green coat. After about half an hour the figure walked slowly on down the path. The same thing happened the next day and the next day and the day after that. Each day the figure wore the very same clothes and just stared at the house. At first Tim thought nothing of it but after two days Tim began to wonder exactly what it was this figure wanted. Tim knew exactly what his parents would say if he told them “Tim you’re just being stupid, it’s probably just a sad poor person admiring the house. Tim why are you being so silly. Tim let it go it’s nothing”. “Well they would be right about the person being a sad man. He is probably gone in the head or something,” thought Tim.

On Saturday Tim woke up early morning and went straight down to breakfast. As soon as he had finished his breakfast he logged straight into his computer and began to play. Time had past while Tim had been playing and it was soon getting to 7-o-clock in the evening when Tim’s mum called up from the foot of the stairs “we’re going to the pub for a few hours, we should be back by half ten, okay” Tim was well away stransfixed on the screen in front of his eyes. He heard the door close and caught a glimpse of his parents through the window as his mum put the umbrella up and they both disappeared from view. The rain really began to come down very hard and every few seconds lightening lit up the dingy sky with harsh rumbles of thunder following close behind. Within twenty minutes he saw the figure out-side again. Tim opened the window, it’s time to find out exactly what this freak wants thought Tim. “Oy, what are you looking at” shouted Tim in a rather hostile manner. The figure raised their head and took a large stone from their pocket. The figure didn’t reply but his eyes lit up a devilish red, he then through the rock straight at Tim before slowly walking off just ignoring the heavy rain hammering down on their jacket.
The rock smashed through the window, shimmers of glass flying in every direction, Tim looked at the window horrified to see that all of its glass had shattered and had fallen in a pile on the ground. Tim looked at the rock now on the floor in his bedroom. A piece of paper was tightly wrapped round it secured with an elastic band. Tim was really shaken up, he wanted so to tell his parents but he knew the answer already, they would just think he was making it all up. Tim didn’t know what to do, he looked at the rock as if inviting him to pick it up and read the contents in which it holds so tightly round it. Finally Tim picked the rock up, his hand was shaking so much that he nearly dropped it. He slowly sat down, took some deep breaths and slowly unwrapped the paper from around the rock. Tim looked at it, the writing was not written with a pen, for it was a red and runny substance. Tim looked at it again more closely and cringed, the writing was written in blood. Tim could hardly look at it, but he longed to find out what was written. He looked at it, his stomach churning deep inside his body. Finally he deciphered the writing that had ran down the whole page. Tim read it over in his mind, “I will come to collect what is rightfully mine”. Tim swallowed hard. He heard sharp creaks from the stairs, which startled him. Tim jumped to his feet then ran as silently as possible, heart pounding nearly as loud as the thunder outside. He had to phone his parents. They had to believe him. The intruder was making his way up the stairs. Tim’s whole body was shaking. He risked a peek round the door, as he did so a flash of lightening lit up the landing. Tim saw a shadow on the wall. A figure was slowly staggering up the stairs. The only thing the shadow really showed was that whoever it was coming up the stairs had a large knife clutched in their hands, held high above its head. Tim didn’t know what to do, but whatever he was going to do had to be done now otherwise the figure was sure to see him.

Tim decided to crawl slowly, silently so as not to make a sound across the landing and in to his parents room. By the time Tim had made it to his mum and dad’s room, the figure was nearly at the top of the stairs. Tim grabbed the phone from off the table and raised the receiver to his ear. He listened hard for the dialing tone. Nothing, the phone was dead. Tim looked once more around the door to see the figure entering his bedroom. His whole body was shaking, tears were trickling down his face. The intruder was now staggering across the landing, the knife still held high. Tim closed his eyes and wiped the tears from his face. After a few seconds he reopened his eyes and crept to the door tears once more crawling down his face. The rain out side was hitting hard on the windows, the lightening illuminated all in the room and a few seconds later, an ear splitting growl of thunder.

Tim stood momentarily thinking of what to do next. He finally had decided to risk another peek around the door, to see if there was still enough time to get to the stairs before being caught. As the short blasts of lightening were the only source of light Tim had to wait for a blast to come, the few second wait felt like ages to Tim as the figure would no doubt be still getting closer and closer. Finally the blast of lightening lit the room and the landing, so Tim forced his head around the door. He looked hard, his eyes so wide that they felt as though they were going to fall to the floor. Tim pulled his head back to his body. When he had looked out on the landing just then all he saw was the landing, no intruder, no knife. It must have my imagination thought Tim, but the shadows looked so real. He was about to go back to his room when another blast of lightening lit up the room. Out of the corner of his eye Tim saw the mirror, there was himself but behind him was the intruder. Tim’s jaw dropped in disbelief, his heart stopped dead, he turned, the lightening blast ended and so a huge grown in thunder shook his body as the cold metal of the knife pearced his body, tearing deep into the flesh. Blood spat out of his body and on to the floor, shortly after, Tim’s body dropped also to the floor with a loud thud. Tim gasping for air raised his eyes just high enough to see the figure battering the hollow wall with his bare hands. After a few hits the fists had punctured a huge hole in the wall. The figure reached into the hole and pulled out two dusty old dolls. “I left you here when I was a child, and now I’m back to re-claim you” said the intruder now on his knees. The figure removed the scarf, tearing it from around his neck and throwing it to the floor. He smirked staring deeply into the doll’s eyes, his face was smothered in black, so it was hard to make out any of his features other than the eyes, which like before, glowed a deep blood red. That was the last thing that Tim ever saw and heard before his head dropped and this time his heart really did stop. The figure clutched the two dolls in one hand and without hesitation he thrust the knife into his own body. The figure let out an ear splitting scream of pain. The knife fell out of his hands and dropped hitting the floor at the very same time as his body. “At last I have you my beauties”!