Billy-Bag-A-Donuts 2: Kreepers from the Krypt Series

By Billy Guajardo

Billy struck again this time he will be seen on the internet on a website. a cult member will see him after realizing he's the most infamous mobster that the town knows by reputation. between him and 11 henchmen he turned a sleepy bedroom town into a main attraction. after a seance at the pauper's graveyard. a thief will try to rob the graves' thinking money is involved. his ghost will become angered as his grave is turned inside out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Jul 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9783989115293

Billy Guajardo

Billy Guajardo is a writer and novelist. sorry for the inconvenience. i have had some complaints on grammar and errors. i have taken the time to grammatite my eBooks. both kreepers from the krypt and sometimes i can books. i will give away a book here and there so you can be sure. I hope this short explanation from the book studio is sufficient. i will send them through Grammarly from now on first. we had a sickness and a death in the family. say a prayer for them. i do and I will for yours as well. i have written them into a story based on sad eyed ghosts. if you feel were cheated or mistreated. email me. i will send you one of the latest books from either series for free.

Book preview

Introduction

I Am Your Host. I am family to King of the Kreeps. My Name is Knobyl. Welcome to King Kreep's Kingdom of Kreepers from the Krypt and Kreeps.

  I, King Kreep Kept an eye on Billy-Bag-A-Donuts ghost in a Vision that a Necromancer Left Me. His head, and body turned to face a shadow on a wall that reminded him of who he was once in Life. His Spirit began to remember a Life, Legacy, and Finally that Death came for everyone. Man, Woman, child, and beast sometimes.

He could see his Body Stare up at him in Black Hyena Looking eyes. The place where he died that he remembered is Will Street? When he did remember his large head slowly began to rise to gaze upon the night skies. A tear made of burning ash slowly dripped from his left eye when he saw the skies and stars. Why has the dark forsaken the evil that lives among those that live in invisibility. 

His head moved to the right than to the left. He lowered his stare to the ground than back up. He faced a dark wall with hollow silvery eyes. Words began to fall from his lips. He stared passed a graveyard covered in wooden sticks. A wall as high as the sky blanketed in garbage stared back. A cemetery blanketed in wood thin hand cut sticks made into crosses. And a wooden sign engraved with the words.

Velcome to a Place where we greet a Pauper. A place where he will be invited to Play among other Paupers. Where even a pauper can still make a friend?

A Man Engraved the Name Billy-Bag-A-Donuts in a cross. Here lies a Chicago Mobster.  A Man that killed many Lawmen in his time. And finally killed by the same kind of men that he enjoyed killing.

His cold stare stared over a graveyard beyond his grave. He visualized a tall dark crypt made of brick or rock that looked like it could easily touch the skies. He could see the entrance blanketed in countless Henchmen like they waited for him in a wall of skyscraping trees. They stand there in a Dark Suit, Wide Brim, Long Coat, and a wooden Cross. It hung from one hand or laid across both arms waiting for the infamous one of them all. The Newly Crowned Prince of the Pauper's Graveyard Named Billy-Bag-A-Donuts?

Welcome back for another Kreeper from the Krypt Fellow Kreep, and Old Friend ''he said.  Just before the Graveyard Erupted in hoorays and yessss. King Kreep shared a few words with Fellow Kreeps. Every Troglydyte's Chubby Trog Like Hand and Finger reach for the ceiling. 

More hoorays and yesss's echo throughout the Audience? 

King Kreep has a soft spot for a Kreep. Here Fellow Kreep. You can tell everybody in the Audience that we have the next Kreeper from the Krypt. He handed him a Script that he found in the Krematorium located next to the Mausoleum and Krypt Beneath. Here Master Kreep ''he said'' with an undying look in his eyes of gratitude. Let Our Fellow Kreep announce the Next Kreeper that he found in the Krematorium.

A Younger Kreep with the same look in both Watery Eyes Stared. First a quick glance over the audience for his Kreepy Girl Kreepie. He raises the Script in the air with his left hand. With that same starry eyed look in his eyes and screams?

We have the Next Kreeper from the Krypt. 

We will call this Kreeper.

Billy-A-Bag-Donuts, 2

A Pauper's Graveyard.

And Here it is!

Another Euphoric Moment in Time Erupts.

Hoorays and yesss's?

King of the Kreeps Applauded the Kreep as the Newcomer?

Let's Begin?

Chapter One Seance

The Year now is 2020 and the Month is January. A Young Girl searching for a job on the internet saw an article about an Infamous Dead Mobster. A Man named Billy-Bag-A-Donuts. Had a Cult or Group of People that Followed his ghost around like groupies. Some of them claim to have seen his ghost? Some took a Plane, Train, Billy-Bag-A-Donuts Bus or a Car to visit His Infamous Grave. Some people do not believe in ghosts? Some of them walk around with a camera to snap a picture just in case they see him? Many an onlookers wait in the graveyard with a camera in his or her hand waiting?

She began to read every word on a screen in a Local Library. Sometimes, the Face of an Angel Would Appear, in one case the Monster Named Billy-Bag-A-Donuts, and in another a Villain. Follow me into the Audience full of Kreeps and Soon to be Fellow Kreepies.

The Man Named Billy-Bag-A-Donuts Will Took Us for a Brief Walk from his Crib to his Death. His Story Began. His Life, Legacy and the Death of a Small Time Chicago Hood! How he Rose to Fame, Glory, Murder and Finally a Grave of his own. His body laid in an unnamed grave in the pauper's graveyard. On an Island surrounded in the City's Garbage. With a number on his grave to tell us where to find him?

Many have come to look for the Myth, Man, Mobster, or Monster. Still every Loyal Follower Visits his Website. Billy-Bag-A-Donuts Site? Billy's Story Told Everyone his dead body laid in the middle of Will's Street with 11 Henchmen in a Deadly Gunfight with Countless Lawmen.

Many Men and Women climb into a Small Motor Boat after renting it. They decide to travel to the Island to look for Billy's Grave Number. Miss Barbie Cantrell could not stop reading about the Day that Billy, and 11 of Hell's Henchmen. Died leaving a legacy of death behind for a State to Read About, and survive. Beneath the Story of Billy's Legend. An article about a Day in History and 11 Henchmen in the Mob, Died in an exchange of Gunfire with Lawmen. Twelve Bad Men Died that Day the Writer Wrote. They took Thirty Two Lawmen, and FBI Agents With them to the Grave. People across the Good State say that they can still feel his evil presence in every Town that he frequented. A Nightclub he would frequent called the Devil's Playground. They say the Nightclub Devil's Playground Remains Haunted. It was left abandoned by every Owner that owned it since 1958. It is still standing in the same place slowly deteriorating. The paint fell, and chipped off both the exterior and interior walls. Nothing is left of the roof except countless warped tiles that leak.

One writer wrote I can imagine what the nightclub must have gone through 70 years ago. She found another article beneath that one. After, she looked again she found pages. One page after the other lit up her eyes. She found a name and phone number to Billy-Bag-A-Donuts Followers. She wrote down every piece of information. She never had much of a friend or a friendship with a boy. Maybe, she might get bored one night and decide to phone them. She found so many articles that she could not keep track of so many names. She found the name to 12 mobsters. Each with a story to tell, past to tell us who he was and a Police Record to tell us who he had become? 

She found his story exhilirating and exciting. She had to know more about the infamous Billy-Bag-A-Donuts Gang. So, she decided to call a few friends. Maybe, we could do something for Billy. Maybe we can talk to his ghost. Since, I do not have many friends left. I will call the few that I think were friends. Then, I found a Necromancer Beneath Billy's Story. He told me he would Read Tarot Cards for me for 50 bucks. A seance would cost a bit more like a few hundred. He claimed to be one of the best in the business. His name is none other than the Famous Johnny Guajardo from Chicago, Illinois? He claims to come from a long line of Psychics. He also claimed to speak too, with and for the Dead, sometimes. Sometimes, they come back from the other side to tell the living what or who killed them. He claims some have walked into his life during difficult times. Written at the