My First Attempt At Comedy

Jack Walters sat on a puddle of blood. He had just been on his way home from his job when a mugger stabbed him and stole his wallet. What a wonderful day he thinks to himself sarcastically, trying to distract himself from the pain, he reaches for his pocket. Thankfully the mugger only stole his wallet which was filled with toy money and not his phone.

He calls an ambulance and waits muttering to himself trying to ignore the pain. Other people would have been panicking or fainted but not him he just stays calm because he's been mugged more than He's been laid, the times He's been laid would be zero, and if he had a coin every time he was mugged or assaulted he would be a millionaire Honestly he's twenty-six years old and he hasn't been laid once the fucking reason he hasn't had a girlfriend or had sex yet is because he isn't interested in sex or romance he is just focused on surviving and not getting stabbed or shot or killed. Hell even I don't know why criminals are so attracted to him and I'm the fucking author.... ahem... anyway lets get back to the story.

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The ambulance arrives and takes him to the hospital, while in the hospital one of the nurse attempted to suffocate him with a pillow, however Jason is used to criminals trying to kill him he hits the nurse with a water bottle filled with water and ran out of his room opening his recent knife wound and staining his hospital gown.

While Jason was running from the psychotic nurse. Old man Thomas was visiting his sick wife. Now old man Thomas was a superstitious man he had always believed in ghosts and other supernatural creatures. Now put yourself in the old mans shoes and imagine a man running at you with a hospital gown covered in blood while being chased by a crazed nurse. Well let's just say old man Thomas shat and pissed and had a heart attack all at the same time, don't worry he got better.