Okay. My first thread.
The first person has to write a paragraph or something like that. Maybe 4-5 sentence. Then the next person has to continue with the story. Give it a try!

It was a sunny day of summer, everything was normal, but strangelly, I had the feeling that something unusual was going to happen during the day. It may seem strange, but during the whole day at work, I was just spacing up non-stop thinking that not only was somithing about to happen, but also that it was something bad. My boss told me many times to go back to work and getting a litle bit more serious, but I didn't care. I was now obsessed about finding out what was going to happen and maybe stoping it, since that during the day, I convinced myself that this feeling was there for a reason. So I serched in my head, what was going to happen? And also, why did I know sommething was going to happen? As I was still thinking, I saw... (your turn, other person!)

I saw a person. A person who looked just like me! That person said, "Lets go, run for it". That person ran off, leaving his hand waving behind him for me to catch. I caught his hand and ran off with him, not knowing or having a clue where I was going. I dropped his hand, and I heard him scream for it bled everywhere. I picked it up calmly,and washed it in a lake nearby, leaving a thin trail of blood washing down the running lake. The person who looked just like me, took his hand back and said. "I will hold it this time", pointing towards my hand. I immediately...(your turn, other person!)

I immediately ran away from him. I had no idea what was going on. I went to an ice cream shop. However just as I opened the door I saw him standing there. Blood when spilling on the floor. I looked around wondering why no one was in the store. I told him I was sorry that I ran away from him. I held each others hands. When we got outside it was nighttime. He took me to the woods. I told him...(next persons turn)

(do we actually have the right to post again? if not, simply delete this comment ^^)

I told him that if he wanted me to folow him, he had to tell me what was going on and also, who he was. It took me a long time to understand everything, but to put it as simple as it can be, he was a super clone created when I was still young and he was held captive in a secret builing during all these years. He succeded to escape but they were still chasing him, when he finally found me. After the aproximatives 30 minutes that it took to explain all this to me, we hided in a closed street to rest a litle bit, but that's when... (next one, I know you can do it!)

We saw a young child, she looked about six. What really got me puzzled is the fact that the fragile joints in her arms looked mangled and turned every which way. However, her leg joints had the same fate and made her seem as if she had suddenly been trampled upon by stampeding elephants. Me and my "clone," stared at her. Not daring to move a muscle or even breath because we were afraid of what she might look like when she turns around, the flickering street lights didn't help the moment. Once she disappeared behind a building we made the mistake of sighing, when we turned around she was suddenly standing there... (Yay! Horror for the win!)

...holding out her hands towards us and with her lips forming a silent "help". Still holding her hands out she shuffeled forwards, slowly decreasing the distance between us and her. We just stood there too shocked and scared to even move a finger. She wanted our help, should we give it or was it too dangerous to trust this wretched being? Only a foot away, she suddenly stopped. My supposed clone was the first to react, he...

He slapped the girl in the face violently, I almost screamed but stood there frozen. He held tight onto my hand as soon as the little girl didn't show any sign of pain at all. We immediately ran, leaving the girl to watch us in the distance. I told my other half that it should be fine to stop, but he insisted to keep running. We kept running and running until we made it to a staircase that went down. I heard...

...the scream of the little girl being torn apart by something we did not turn back to see. We should have helped her, we should of at least tried. We ran into the woods and we were lost before we knew it, setting up camp would be suicide on such a night. So we continued to run until...

..we saw a man, who painted himself with rage and sweat, more crawling than walking, approach us. He was wearing an apron, covered in what appeared to a be a thick red liquid. I wondered why I am constantly meeting all kinds of people. The man let out a loud sigh, coughed violently and said
"Goddammit! I'm been running since post >>4 ! Couldn't a man take a piss for a minute?! Gimme back the money for all the ice cream you ate!"
I couldn't believe it! It was the ice cream man! I forced off my hand from my clone. At that instant, he smiled, looked at me and then to the ice cream man and then to me. He screamed "You thief! Give him back his money! One hell of a brother you are, stealing from...". He couldn't finish his sentence before a deafening gunshot from a Desert Eagle was heard and I saw my clone falling face first to the ground dead. It was the ice cream man. His gun was still smoking from the shot.

"One down..." He smirked, staring at me. I began to run in horror. He didn't move, neither the ice-cream man nor the clone. The ice-cream man began to laugh hysterically. As I ran father and farther from him, I hoped to hear less of his maniacal laughter. But unfortunately for me, as the distance increased, so did the loudness of his wicked laugh. Tears began to roll down from my eyes when the laugh stopped suddenly and instead, an agonizing scream and a dark growl of a creature was heard. Apparently, the same creature that devoured the girl must have appeared before the man. All this didn't make me lose my pace even a little bit.
I ran and ran. Now my footsteps was the only thing that disturbed the air of the woods. I was relieved. But at that terrible instant, my heart leaped to my mouth, for I heard something. It was the rhythmic rumbling of an animal running.
Much like that of a horse. The only thing different was, that the amount of steps where much longer, like the animal having more than 4 legs. I instantly imagined the monster that killed two people I met today. I was terrified as the sound became nearer and nearer...

.. as this strange sound got neared and neared, I was able to draw out a message from it. It said "Don't forget to praise the one and only lord, Allah". I was so shocked of what i had heard. I could not have understood such logic; how could a man forget to praise our lord. Our creator. Such manners i could not comprehend. That was the last i heard of that sound. I wondered who the message was for. So as the sound moved onward, so did I. I continued to follow it out of curiosity. I wondered what sort of wrecked creature would forget to praise the lord, a Jew was my closest guess. Soon to find myself in the front of a cave....

... "Dad!” the little girl yelled. "Yes Sally!?" her startled father replied. "I don't like this story daddy. I really dislike when people with a religious background impose there beliefs onto others using monotonous humor in a thread meant for the creatively inclined." said Sally in a serious tone. Scratching his head in utter confusion the father scrambled for a sentence, "Ok... then what kind of story do you want my sweet princess". Itching with excitement Sally begins to say something, but is immediately interrupted by the clear sound of gunshots and the crude scream of a woman. Sally's face that was previously illuminated with joy and delight instantaneously turned into a look of horror.
The only other person in the house was her beloved mother and Sallys 7 year old brain didn't need much to piece together what had happened. The mortified father was only able to shed a single tear before hearing footsteps rampage through his house. He slowly stood and clenched his fists with such force that the room shook. His breathing became heavier and his thoughts began to race. He murmured with gritted teeth “My house”. “My dream”, “My quiet life”, .... “My beautiful wife”. His eyes filled with deep crimson and his pupils stretched to 4 points in the shape of a cross. His skin became white and scaley, horns burst out from his elbows. A dark aura swirled around the beast and it started for the door. Time seemed to stop in Sallys eyes as she remembered her wonderful mother and all the time she spent with her. She didn’t even notice her fathers obscene transformation and the events that followed. The beast stepped into the dimly lit hallway. A voice echoed from the stairs. “Im coming for your family Mr. Davis” said the mysterious voice. The end of the hallway became infused with shadows. A man wearing a top hat stepped through from the shadows followed by a group of armed entities. They were headless humanoid beings wielding guns and katanas. The beast turned and dropped to all fours. The man said “Hello Mr. Davis I’m the ice cream man and i'm here to steal your happiness” and cracked a maniacal smile. The beast let out a deafening roar and reared its hind legs like a tiger ready to pounce. “Now now no need for anger, can I give you salvation?” the man said crudely, while removing his top hat. The beast leapt towards him with immense power and the man quickly presented his top hat as if he were to do a magic trick. With stunning mysticism the top hat released a vortex of shadows and the beast was snared and dragged swiftly into the hat.

Well well well, said the mysterious man as he was tying Sally to her bed, lets continue this beautifull story your father began. Tree choices were given to me: continuing to run away from the monster that was chasing me, put he was obviously faster than me, so I would probably be caught. I could also stop running from it, but I was exausted by this crazy day, and I saw the thing killing many people before my eyes, but again, I didn't think that I would be able to even try something against it. the last remaning choice was entering the cave. Even if an eavy aura was comming from the cave, I thought it would be the best, and maybe the only, thing I could do to survive. I so decided to run inside the cave, but I soon enought fell and rolled down, in the depth of the cave,s darknes. My whole body was hurting, but then a litle flame of hope glowed inside me, I saw...

...That there was a pickaxe iN the cOrnEr of The caVe entRance. Next to it was an old torch. Flipping the switch I had found that the previous owner had left in some dying batteries before discarding the light. Turning it off, I carefully walked into the strange smelling cave, placing the torch in my pocket just in case. Pickaxe in front of me, at the ready, I tip toed deeper and deeper into the darkness, hoping to lose my pursuer. Eventually the pale moonlight of the night dimmed into non-existence as I ventured further into the cave. As the last of the outside light left my view, I clicked on the flashlight, placing the pickaxe in my right hand.

I found myself surrounded by gems on all sides. Light bounced and reflected, bathing the entire cave in a purple brilliance. It was enchanting. The thing following me seemed to agree, for the light must have telegraphed my position. I quickly turned off the torch, but the damage was done. A low inhuman growl emanated from the entrance, and in a panic I broke into a run. Not Smart in a Dark Cave.

Water beneath my feet. A crack in the floor. A Snapping noise.
“FFFFUUucCkkKKK!!!”
I wasn’t broken, thank god, but it hurt like hell. Frigid water covered my cloths and I began searching frantically from my pickaxe.
“Sod it all” I said through gritted teeth.
Then VIctorY! I’d found it. Realizing the only way out was through the wall, I lifted the Axe over my head. Then I remembered the report:where the smell came from, the reason why people had abandoned this cave, why I should never had entered. I was just surprised I had come this far, that cave was miles away from town.
Methane. The smallest spark, say, hiting an axe against some rock, and I would go up like a roast turkey on Christmas (or a scarecrow on Guy Fawkes day, I’m not picky).

The sound of the thing got ever nearer, and I realized that…

...there was no chance of me surviving, but if I was going to die there was no reason for me to not take that beast down with me. I turned around to look down the tunnel, if I was to be sure the beast went up in flames with me I better make the spark when it was close, but obviously not to close. The sound of it running and bumping in to, or rather smashing, the walls of the tunnel grew larger and larger and echoed throughout the whole cave system. If there was something living in there it was sure to have fled as far away from that sound as possible, but unless there were some other way out of there than the way the beast was coming from, any potential life form would surely go up in flames in a matter of seconds. The noise echoing loudly and filling my ears, it sounded like the beast was right next to me, so there was no way of me telling from the sound if it actually was. My only hope was for my eyes to adapt to the darkness fast enough for me to see the beast before it devoured me. With the pickaxe at the ready I stared intensely into the darkness. I guess it was silly of me to have even the slightest bit of hope that I would be able to spot the beast, and before I had time to even think one more cohesive thought I felt its breath on my face and a fraction of a second later I was dead, without being able to take the beast with me.

"But if you died there how are you here right now?", asked Sally, who seemed to have completely forgot about the situation she was in. The Ice Cream Man's storytelling was truly magnificent.

"Well", he began..