The Terrifying Tower of Gregarious Grange

One day, I was walking through the Groddle Meadow, enjoying the clear air.  Everything seemed so perfect: the piggies trotting across the ground, gently leaving foot prints in the soft, fertile ground, the butterflies, gracefully floating across flowers, the chickens, OBNOXIOUSLY SCREAMINIG.  Okay, so those chickens were kind of annoying.


But anyway, as I was moving toward a particularly beautiful flower to smell it, something out of my peripheral vision caught my attention.  It was the dark, looming shape of the tower in Gregarious Grange.  I stared at the monument, a location that used to have all the beauty of a palace.  What had happened to this pitiful place?  So I decided to figure it out.  Somehow.  Before I could take my first step in investigation, a chicken interrupted me with its boisterous, “BAWWWK!”  Grr…. Oh well, time to move on.


I had found out something.  When the housing update had occurred, the other homes were put out.  Temporarily, they would stay, but then they would be removed permanently.  And that was why this tower that now resembled a demolition site, in such bad shape.  I snickered to myself.  “Well done, Sherlock,” I thought.



I decided to explore the place.  But before I did, I thought that maybe I should make sure that there was nothing TOO dangerous about.  My eyes narrowed in the dim light of the entrance.  “BAAAWWWWK!!!”  The unearthly cry made me jump three feet in the air.  Confound that chicken!  Blinded by rage, I grabbed the chicken and hurled him into the dark abyss in the tower.  “BAWWKKK BAAWWK BAWK BAWKKKKK!!”  The sound was music to my ears!  Revenge on the chicken.  Seeing that the chicken had not been grabbed by unseen and evil forces of my imagination, I decided it was safe to proceed into the tower.


As I stepped into the dark room, I couldn’t see anything.  Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the macabre lighting.  Somewhere in the room, something creaked.  I stared up at the old broken down elevator that used to be in full progress every day.  Curiously, I clicked one of the buttons.  CREEEEAAKKKKK….!  BOOOM!  I was wrong.  The elevator was, in fact, working.


The dusty doors wrenched open.  A strange musk filled the air.  This place wasn’t ALL that bad but I would definitely not live here.  Unless I was homeless.  But of course, nobody is homeless now.  Besides that one gu—“BAAAAWWWKKK!!!!”  …..I think it was time to kill that chicken.
I hope you have enjoyed the 3rd Story of the Glitchen Gazette Issues!