Backstage to hell

321 action curtain opens the bandit speaks... out of breath on the flee... they trying to kill me... who sir a sweet voice spoke... behind her back a shank she tote... with deadly attentions to poke... I don't know the bandit spoke... all I know is i went through a curtain that led to a backstage...for some reason everybody on the rampage... we got to get out of here if we want to survive... that's when the lady nipped him in his stride... cut him good on his side... blood gushing out... he place his hand on his side... to slow the gushing out... he managed to escape far enough to attend to his wounds... the bandit scared and confused and it will be dark soon... narrator as his mind ponder nervous in search of a weapon... he found a crowbar in abandoned car... this flow is x rated r... so go run and tell... listen to the story I tell... flip the page to the story backstage to hell... a quarter moon it's a dark night... the bandit is on a fight for his life... he managed to slow down the bleeding... he know he ain't going to be able to put up to much of a fight... abandoned house he site... praying he'll make it through the night... the bandit ransacked the house and found a half loaded gun... put him at a little ease but he still stunned... narrator his finger on the trekker itching too squeeze... as he squats in the corner watching his surroundings in disbelief... as the bandit speaks... I got to be dreaming there's no way people after me... trying to kill me this shit crazy... Lord save me what the hell I do to deserve this... narrator speaks you remember that link that you clicked... oh yeah that's when the bandit mind started to click... his mind shift to piss as the door get kicked... they coming in with sticks... good thing their aiming off cuz they missed... as the bandit runs down the hall... he slips and fall... nearly shitted his draws... when he shot dude head off... and the headless body started to crawl... where the fuck God at when you need him the bandit yelled out... searching for his way out... seems like the bandit running down a endless hall... multiple doors he opens multi people after him... with chainsaws machetes and guns what the hell... the bandit heard a bell... ran towards the sound ran across a familiar smell... the lady from earlier his stomach she puncture... blood splits everywhere... as the bandit speaks... this got to be a nightmare... as he grows weak fall to his knees... narrator as his mind ponder... cold sweats he's choking on his last breath... like I said before this flow is x rated r... so go run and tell... so they can listen to the story I tell... backstage to hell... welcome to the backstage to hell... I'm