The Hillary Highway

Chapter Five: Trust 'NO ONE' to Avoid Regret

They were moving along a street that has no name but they still kept on moving. Once again, they met another separation  of road like the one they encountered when they in the middle of the Hillary highway and Shalina long road. But this time, no ugly woman pasted her face on their screen. ' which way now?' Mrs. Stream asked. 'Let's  go left' the mechanic said without giving any other person a space to think. 'Look man, you're doing too much. First, scary story, second, exploring a haunted place and now, going left, who do you think you are to decide for us. This is our problem and we can decide for ourselves, got it mechanic?' James bullied. ' I know teenagers like you feel offended when you're told what to do but we're all in this together and we're trying to get out of this place' the mechanic explained himself. 'I thought you said there was no way out, why are you now contradicting yourself, who are you anyway? Peach interrogated. 'I am who I always am and i contradict myself because ghosts don't think fast enough. The illusions took my memory ...' the mechanic begins to turn to a badly shaped man. Blood started coming out of his head and his teeth was full of blood and he opened it to take an evil smile. His clothes also began to rip off his body and his chest started to bleed. One of his ears fell off and blood clotted the area. He started to twist his neck in a scary way with his mouth wide open and his tongue a sponge of blood. His nails became very long and whitish and it was bleeding at the line where the flesh and the nails join together at the edge of his fingers. He took an evil laugh after his transformation to the scariest thing the Streams family has ever encountered. He was even scarier than the security man. The worst part was that he was right in their car. 'and my ability to think fast' he completed the last part of his sentence with a scary voice followed by a monstrous laugh. 'WHAHAHAHAHAHA' he laughed scarily without even pitying papa, an old man who has problem with his heart.

Everyone grew fear and started running out of the car. There was commotion everywhere for the ghost because he could not afford to let people go without hurting them. He just grabbed anyone he could hurt. That was more like the closest person to him and he grabbed James. The moment he took James, he inserted his sharp nails into James's body like an injection. His nails were sharp and at the same time fat. It was painful as his fat nails pierced the soft skin of an innocent boy and came out at the other side of his arm. The helpless boy groaned in pain as his body got injured and his family wasn't there to help him. He cried for help but his family had already ran for their lives, leaving him behind and the ghost kept on pressing harder. Soon, the ghost's nails found its way to the boy's ribs and pierced it too. Tears rolled down the boy's cheek as the pain became tougher and harder for him to bear. As the boy cried, the ghost began to go in harder and harder and gives an evil laugh as he hurts the boy badly. His nails began to make its way in more and more and it presses until the nails got to his heart. It was about to stab it when the ghost suddenly disappeared. Its haunting time was over. James was the only one in the car with emptiness in his heart. He felt neglected by his family who he cared about the most even though he annoys them sometimes, he still have a family love in his heart which has now been broken into a thousand pieces emotionally. It was as if he was never going to forgive them. His eyes grew red in anger wishing he could just die but he thought to himself that before he would, he would curse their souls and the illusions in the Hillary highway. James was all in pain  and he didn't have strength to move. Blood was still gushing out of his body and he laid on the seat flat like a dead man, waiting for the time he would pass out. Soon, the car became a pool of blood, still, the boy wasn't dead yet.

When the rest of the family ran out of the car, the went separate  ways, both left and right. They all ran like they were in a sprint. Papa and Peach went left while Mr. and Mrs. Stream went right. Unknowingly to them, whether you take left or right, you will land on the same one road. The two roads' connection formed like an 'O'. In both roads,each group was running not expecting that they will meet each other and suddenly, they did. Both groups bumped into each other unexpectedly and stood up looking like people about to begin wrestling in a wrestling competition. Then they started talking. 'where's James?' peach asked. 'we thought he was with you' Mr. Stream answered. ' And we thought he was with you' Papa expressed. ' No, he wasn't with us...' she paused for a while to think while Peach took it up from there ' OH NO!!!, I hope he's not...' ' back in the car' Mr. Stream completed the sentence as they all ran back to the car to check on him hoping he's alright. 

They found their way back to the site where the car was left. They could see James's face from the window. They called his name multiple times but it looked like he was fast asleep. The car door was closed tightly however they did their best in trying to open it. As soon as they did, a whole river of blood rushed out like waterfall. They looked inside the car and saw James, looking like a merman sitting on a rock in the middle of an ocean. The first thoughts that came to their minds was that he was dead. 'James, no, no, no, no, no' his mother, Mrs. Stream cried out loud in the middle of the  forest. Tears rolling down her eyes like moving waters. Her sorrow, making people around her cry. Mr. Stream who usually acts a man in situations couldn't keep his emotions in, losing a child is a big deal because the life of a man cannot be replaced. Everyone including Papa was crying at the pool of blood that James was. ' my son, no please don't leave me, you're the only one I have in this world' Mrs. Stream cried more. 'My only brother, I love you' Peach confessed still crying at James's knees. It was pitiful that even papa had to cry. Because it wasn't  good for his age. 

The place was getting both physically and emotionally unbearable for Mr. Stream. He got up and went to stand outside waitng for God's mercy like it was going to come down like rain. He looked up to the sky and blamed himself for the unnecessary trouble he got his family into. Although, he wasn't the one who killed James but he felt like a bloody killer. He hated himself for his stubbornness and his unhearkening to the advice of Papa. He brought out a pen from his pocket wishing it was a knife. He wished he could replace his lost son's life with his life but nothing could be done about it. The deed has already been done... or has the deed been done yet or is it about to be done or will it even be done at all? 

James is not dead yet, he's just unconscious and about to wake up. He will just need support because he's weak. While the rest of them were crying like monkeys on James's body,James suddenly woke up. It was like he resurrected. He started by calling the names of everyone one by one. 'Mum, mum,mum. bitch, i mean peach ' peach immediately got angry. 'Where are you,.why did you leave me? Papa, Dad, mr., mr. Mechanic was a ghost, that bullshit' everyone's eyes began to open in surprise and they were happy that James was alive. Papa couldn't believe it, it was unbelievable. The only person he ever believe resurrected was Jesus. 'Thank you, Lord' he praised happily. As James began to explain what happened to him to his family,  Papa quickly realized that someone was missing and that was Mr. Stream. He quickly ran out to look for him and he saw him beside a lake, resting on a sugar cane tree looking like he was going to drown in the lake and went to drag him out. 'Son, what are you doing?, you can kill yourself that way' papa said concerned. 'Isn't it better if I die papa? I killed my own son with my stubborness and ruined my own daughter's wedding' Mr. Stream begins to cry. 'Son, don't cry, James is not dead,  come and see for yourself' papa cheered him up while dragging him away.Papa brougt mr. Stream to James and Mr. Stream saw that he was fine. He started smiling little by little and his white cheeks turned pink. Seeing that his son is okay was the only thing that saved him from depression. 

When James became alright, even though he was still bleeding but his arm was tied with cloth, he started conversing with  his family like he was never angry with them. The Streams family was blessed with forgiving hearts.  No matter how costly the mistake of a family member is, they still forgiveone another. I don't know how the Streams family are still happy in a scary place but will their  happiness last for long? Find out in the next chapter.