Short Horror Tales

Story 3: Life is like a Box of Knives

It was a cold, and quiet day at Ranger's Knife Throwing Range. It always was quiet. Ever since a man was murdered there, nobody went. Four years ago, a man went in for his weekly throwing session. He woud take a box of knives, and throw for fun at the targets. One day, as he threw, he said "Life is like a box of knives for me-huh!" There, at the end of the range was a dark man, that was equipped with... a stuffed unicorn? Then, he would take a knife out of the stuffed unicorn, and throw it. "Knive boxes are forbidden!" he yelled, and evaporated. Ever since this oh so frightful event, nobody went to Ranger's Knife Throwing Range. Nobody even went through it. But nobody realized... if you say it anywhere, you will be attacked! This did not occer to a young boy writing a story on Saturday morning. He, did not end up well either.