Jimbob stopped to wipe the sweat from his forehead.� He looked at his untrustworty watch to see that the time still stood at twelve thirty in the afternoon.� Following his own sluggish tracks in the rusted dirt was his two inbred brothers, Jimmy and Jim--their fathers weren't good at naming their children.�
He turned to see his house only five yards behind him.� It felt like they had been walking for years.� He relieved his strained neck by turning his head back toward his ultimate destination.� The woods behind his house.�
His fathers had told the three bored children of a certain fairy tale the night before while they tried to go to sleep.� This fairy tale consists of a magical being that knows the truths of the town they live in, Rochester.� This magical creature was called by their fathers as the 'Mini Hitler'.�
"If ya'll can catch a Mini Hitler," the father on the left spoke aloud, "then he'll a reckon to tell ya'll a bunch of shit that can scare your ass out of your own partial underwear."� The father smiled when he finished.� Jimbob coughed, relieving the awkward silence for a second.� The fathers then, stood to their feet and left the three children to think about the story they had revealed.� Once they heard the squeaking noises of their fathers, they began to discuss the events of today.�
"Jimbob," Jimmy began, "do you reckon this story about this ol' Mini Hitler is true?"
"Hell if I know, Jimmy.� Want to go and see if we'all can catch one tomorrow in our own 'ittle woods?"�
They continued their conversation late into...the hour.� Before they knew it, each one was knocked out in their own little dream world, trying to figure out the different shapes and colors that flashed in their subconscious minds.�
On the shoulder of Jim was the net they had crafted with leaves and twigs, hoping that it would hold if Mini Hitler would try to escape.� They came before the edge of the woods, winded and weary from their ten yard adventure.� Jimbob, the social and intelligent one,--each one has the I.Q. equivalent to a rock--led the trio into the edge of the darkened woods.� The canopies held the burning rays of the sun from the surface of the woods.� This made the crevices of darkened areas very horrifying for the three once they stopped to take a look at their new surroundings.� They wrapped their straps of their overalls to keep from getting separated if attacked by nocturnal creatures, so Jimmy stated.�
Jimbob, still the leader, continued forth through the endless vines and outstretched limbs, braving the horrible deaths that could be foreseen by the limited minds of the trio.� Jim's hand was placed on Jimbob's shoulder, stopping him from taking another step.� The fear that circulated through the back two could be felt through their touch.
"I heard sumtin' over there yonder, brother Jimbob,"� Jim said, frightened, while Jimmy could be heard relieving his fear in a liquidation.�
"Maybe it's him."
"Maybe," Jim said again, hoping that he didn't do the same as Jimmy.
They shook of their fears and continued on, hoping that they wouldn't be attacked.� In a few minutes of travel, they come upon a heap of rubble that could only be described as a broken down brick house.� Above the house,
hanging from a tree limb, was a sign�that made absolutely no sense to any of the three children.� They stared at the sign, trying to figure out the slurred words that was seen through their pupils.� Jimmy raised a bottle of whiskey to his mouth, taking a large swig while they pondered.
"What could the sign mean?"� Jimmy asked, after finishing the swig.
"I don't know, but that arrow is pointing that direction.� Let's go,"� Jimbob ordered.� Jimmy and the others shrugged, while passing the whiskey bottle around as they continued on.�
They walked several more yards before coming upon another sign.� This sign read, 'The house of the Mini Hitler'.� They looked at each other, before allowing Jimmy to knock on the door.� When the second knock rang throughout the hollow tree, the door came ajar.� Jimbob looked into the crevice, seeing only a sliver of the room, lit by many candles.� Jimbob opened the door to see just a bunch of nothing sitting around.� Jimbob closed the door and sighed.
"He ain't home, ya'll.� Possibly takin' a swim in thee ol' river down there?"�
"Maybe," the others responded in unison.� Then, a sudden crash came from the bushes to their left.� They looked to see a face of Hitler looking at them through the cold and hatred eyes.� The three smiled, knowing they had found their Mini Hitler.
"Let's get 'em boys!"�
They lunged at the Mini Hitler, finding that the creature was swift.� Hitler bounded through the entangled mess, with the trio undoing their straps that bound them together while they swarmed through the mess in the direction the Mini Hitler had went.� Jimmy took the net from Jim, holding it above his head as they screamed war cries through the woods while following the glimpses of the creature.� They continued to chase him, watching in horror as Jimmy collapsed out of breath.� Jim, without stopping, wrapped the net up into his arms.� Then continued on, with Jimbob, hoping to catch that Mini Hitler so they can find the horrid truths of the�town.�
Within a mere minute, the two chasers leapt upon the unsuspecting Mini Hitler, bringing the tangled net down upon him.
"Nooooo!" Hitler yelled, trying to flee from the net.� He screamed and flailed, hoping to find some escape exit.� None could be found.
"We got him, Jimbob!"� Jimmy reluctantly caught up with the other two and shared in their delight.
The Mini Hitler gave up on the struggle, lit a cigarette, and sat down in the web.� There, he began,
"I guess you guys caught me.� Now, by the bounds of the universe, I must relay to you information about your town.� This is it:"
Important: Read this (below) before entering into our website!!!
All of the theories and terrors on this web site are about our school and our town (Rochester, Indiana).� We built this web site because we were bored�over the summer.��We did not use�real names�on this web site.�And if there is any teachers that are reading this they should not go in and look at our web site. And all the typos are meant to be there so DON'T�mind them. And�no cows were killed during the making of this website, but our meat is 100% beef!!!!��
The�inventors of this web site is:� Sweeetness(Jimbob),�Lord Fagoff(Jimmy), Ultima_X(Jim), and Maverick(Both Fathers and writer of the story above) email us at [email protected]
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