Today was thursday. The car boot sale was open at the river carpark. There where food and clothes stands as far as the eye could see. I wasnt hungry so i was focusing on the clothes. Pink clothes, black clothes, red clothes. All the same on every stall. I weaved round to the back row of cars. Dead center of the row was a small old man with a small old table selling small old items. One of the items caut my eye from all the metres between us. A small old camera. I walked twards it. I expected it to be sold for £50 however it was only £2. I jumped at the oppotunity. He smiled and waved as i walked off.
I walked home and tested my camera. I took a picture of the ground, the window, and my dad. The photos came out alittle blurry, except the one of my dad. I was happy with my purchace. I took it to school the next day. I took photos for all my friends. They loved them. I loved them. School was normal apart from that.
The next day was saterday. I went to wake my dad. I had made him some toast. I tapped him. He didnt stir. I shook him nothing. I called his name. Silence. I woke mum. We both tried to wake dad. Nothing. We called a doctor. He took my dads pulse."dead"he said in a monotone voice. He looked at us and left. He did'nt speak another word. We were left to mourn our dad.
the next day i did'nt go to school. The news was on."today multiple school kids died of unknown reason" their photos came up on screen. All my friends. They all died. I could'nt face school. I did'nt want to.
A few months passed. I was not quite over my friends deaths but i was ok. It was my b-day. I took a selfie with my camera. I didnt get much. Mum was still mourning dad and spent no thaught for me. She passed me a £10 note and went back to dads side. The next day i went to school. The day was booring and normal. I lay in bed thinking about the past booring months. The clock said midnight. I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I tried to calm it. No use. A small white cloud came through my chest and was absorbed by my selfie next to me. The world started to spin. And eventualy all was still. Still and dark.
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This was ment to be up 2 wednesdays ago but i forgot sorry
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the ride home And Other Short Stories
HorrorA few horror stories written by me. I know not all of them are good but im working on it☺ Shout out to verrycooljam. Good mate of mine. Very good writer. Go follow him.
