Time Travel

Real

Surprisingly, Montana barely noticed the absence of the hitchhiker so when you pointed it out as you were walking back to the cabin, she just shrugged it off.

"The guy probably just waddled back to his cave or something." She jokes.

You roll your eyes and manage a smirk.

Even though you sympathised with Brooke and the figure she saw, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

You were just being paranoid, you needed to sit back and enjoy your summer.

The figure wasn't something to worry about.

Or so you thought.

You strolled into the cabin casually, not expecting to see what you saw at all.

It wasn't scary, bloody or horrific.

It was Trevor stamping on some burning hot shit.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" You yell over the commotion.

One of the window's glass had been obliterated by what seemed like someone throwing something.

Trevor squinted his eyes at the three of you.

"You took a while." He says, his voice laced with annoyance from the poo on his shoes.

Montana smiles awkwardly, striding over to Trevor and pulling him into an embrace.

"Who threw the shit then?" You ask, shocked that no one was questioning it.

Trevor gently pushes Montana away from him to speak to you.

"Those stupid kids, thinking they're fucking cool, well they aren't."

He points a shaky finger at the window where multiple black figures were standing.

You tensed up, seeing the figure freaked you out even though them throwing crap had already deemed them harmless.

"Oi!" You shout, eventually unfreezing from your anxiety attack.

You weren't that aggressive, if anything you were relieved that the figure you saw earlier wasn't out to kill you, just some losers having fun.

Before they could reply, you had marched outside.

It was almost like a confidence rush because you'd realised that no serial killers were after you.

It felt so dumb in your head but still, everything felt really weird these days.

You were in fucking 1984!!

"What the fuck was that?" You say, laughing but hoping it intimidated them slightly.

"It's Jingles night!"

One of the lads began talking, you didn't understand what Jingles night meant but you for sure understood that you were right about the guy being a loser.

He was your typical 'eighties movie' nerd.

"It's not funny man, go back to the hole that you crawled out of." Trevor says, you hadn't noticed he was right behind you.

"Yeah." Montana adds.

You hadn't noticed her either but when you did you swelled with pride.

You had found your people.

The nerd dressed up as Mr Jingles just smirked and mocked, "What ya gonna do about it?"

"We are gonna call the cops that's what we'll fucking be doin-" Trevor stopped mid sentence.

He, like you and Montana, had noticed another figure behind the nerd.

At first you had assumed it was just another one of his friends but as the figure got closer, you saw something metal and shiny glistening in his hand.

"Holy shit is that a knife!?" Montana squeals, pointing at the man behind the nerd.

And as if answering her question, you watched as the man lowered his hood revealing...

Mr Jingles.

The real Mr Jingles.

Okay, here's an apology that you guys deserve. I haven't been writing nearly as much as I used to and this is turning to literal shit. My Ahs phase is kinda coming to an end, I'm kinda moving on to listening to heavy electro pop music, not that it's relevant sorry. It sucks that I don't write often so I'll try to write more this weekend. You guys are so nice.