A Dark Trip

The First Surprise

     The singing stopped almost as suddenly as it started. We all heard it. It was the sound of rustling bushes, hidden beyond our own view.

     I sped up, uninterested in what was going on in the bushes. At the time I was more worried about my own life than what could possibly be happening in the bushes. Unfortunately, before I could escape the cemetery and the present awareness of anything out of the ordinary, a firm hand was placed on my shoulder. Turning to look at the current object of my hatred, I saw Maya giving me a look of, what appeared to be, disappointment.

     "I am disappointed in you Maria", she said, holding onto my shoulder tighter than before, "What if it was a homeless person or a cat? Whatever it is you need to go look and see. Please."

     With a terrifying glare to Maya and a submissive, almost pleading, look to the rest, I began walking toward the rustling. It was unnerving, to say the least. My entire group of friends pushed me to check on a random sound that could have very well been nothing. Pushing the bushes aside, I saw a very unwelcome sight before me.

     There, in the bushes, lay a dead man. His skin was torn apart viciously, and his blood covered the earth in all directions. I screamed, and cried, and even yelled. The sight before me was horrifying. My friends ran towards the sound of my strangled sobs. I heard numerous gasps and screams. From who, I could not tell.

     Quickly, Tanner helped me to my feet. Then, with the grace of a drunk elephant, he forcefully turned me back towards the path. This time, we did not stop or slow for any reason until we were hidden safely in my bedroom walls.