Create-a-Story

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Once, there was an old man who lived in the mountains. He was a surly old man, with bent shoulders and 

was blind in one eye. His only friend was

a Monkey named Dizzle. Dizzle was also blind in one eye, but he made up for his limited vision by

sharing the old mans guide dog. One cold winters day someone knocked on the door of the old man's log cabin, it was

FedEx. The delivery driver was exhausted from having to walk the remainder of the path up the mountain to the cabin, so the old man said

he should consider a career change and to stop moaning. This made the delivery driver

very depressed and defeated. The old man saw the look on the young driver's face and felt a twinge of compassion, so he reluctantly invited him in for a cup of

soup. Little did the young driver know but the soup was made of

carrots and potatoes, grown on the old man's own field. "This soup is delicious", the delivery boy exclaimed, to which the old hermit retorted ...

"Don't be a fool! Even Dizzle won't eat this garbage!" The delivery boy finally noticed the strange monkey staring at him from the

ceiling, how strange thought the delivery boy. Then to his horror

the monkey sat onto the old man's lap and began reciting a well-known Christmal carol, in his croaky, animalistic voice. 'Is this a dream, or am I hallucinating?', young Pip (that was his name, time to give our protagonist a name) murmured to himself, when suddenly 

there was a strange scratching sound coming from behind the bedroom door (I've read far too much Stephen King). Pip felt a bead of sweat trickling down his back and

it squeezed between his buttcheeks, down his leg and slid onto onto the floor. It started to arrange itself into a form and began to rise from the floor. Pip

started to see why Dizzle didn't like the soup. He

erected himself heavily from the chair he was sitting on, towards the strange noises coming from the oaken, weathered door of that old creep's bedroom. He himself apparently hadn't even noticed that he got up, his head bopping in the rhythm the monkey sang, his eyelids closed, as in some kind of trance; Pip tentatively made the few steps to the room when ...

suddenly the phone rang. Pip's shattered nerves jangled with the annoying Nokia ring tone and

like being rashly awoken from a deep sleep, the old man got himself up, the monkey returning back to his place on the ceiling. "Now now, young FedEx grasshopper", the geezer spoke in a soft voice, "are you really ready to ...