What Could Go Wrong?
My fifteenth birthday was fastly approaching and I was going to have some friends over. My friends and I weren’t always the “life of the party”, but we knew how to have a good time. Most of the time we just just hung out or played video games, but this is my fifteenth birthday, so I was a man now. My friend Cazador had the idea,” Hey dude, we should do something rad at your party. It would totally be cool if we just trashed someones house man.’’He said.
I quickly agreed with a sly smirk as the plan began to commence. All week I was waiting, observing, wondering who would be our unlucky victim.”There is this one house at the end of the lane, probably just some old man, he wouldn’t even know what hit him,”Svenki said with a grin.
I agreed compliantly, an old man I thought, “What could go wrong?”
The night of my party, after eating pizza of course, we snuck out at around 1:30 in the morning. Cazador, Ming, Svenki, and I all had 5 rolls each, this old mans house was burnt bread with butter smeared right on top. we were almost there when Ming said,” W-w- wha-what if he-h-he ca-ca-catches ussssss?””then we run you simpleton!”Cazador mocked.
And again all I could think of as we walked was what was it that could possibly go wrong?
The air was rather moist even though the temperature was well below 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Rain would soon come the day after and whoever had to pick up our ”little mess” was in for a heck of a time. aside from the crickets and the middle class houses we were virtually alone from what I could tell. There was a sudden sound almost like a cat whining almost like ”wraghhggghhhhhgghh.” I did a 180 double take towards the sound only to realize it was Mings scratchy voice, “H-he-he-hey guyss, we ss-sh-shoul-should put the ex-extra toilet paper under that tree.”
”good idea you Ignoramus,” Hissed Cazador jeeringly.
we all chuckled as the thought again rushed through my head, what could go wrong.
Svenki, always being the first to finish everything,had used all of his rolls so he quickly scampered over to the tree where the stash was placed. “Hey guys”, he said. “Yeah,” we all answered. “who messed with our stash?” SIlence, complete and utter silence. He had to be toying with us ,much like a fox playing with a lambs body, so I traversed ever so quietly over to the Gargantuan evergreen. About halfway over to the tree I heard an almost sincere shout, “As if I would believe him,” I thought. Now disclaimer, this is where the story escapes the brink of reality and becomes free of the grasp of reason about life. Up to now the story was normal, it’s disposition right, but now something was unquestionably wrong with the sanity of the world.
The crimson night air seemed to be flowing through my ears now as Svenki’s screams seemed actually real. Cazador, however wasn’t buying it. Being the pigheaded bloat he was, he decided to rush over to help. Ming however testified,”Don’t k-k-know about yo-you dude but I’m out of here.”
I quickly agreed with Ming knowing that somehow it was getting darker by the second. the smell hit me just then, wet dog, it stung like a hornet as the sound of dogs barking reverberated through my ears. Me and Ming were just hiding when we heard the sound but now we were in full flight towards the forest.
As we dashed through the forest, the sound of dogs were getting closer and closer. “Oh m-my g-g-g-god dude, w-we-we are d-d-dead!”Ming said. I assured him that if we found a creek they would lose our scent. And thats when Ming was flung up through the air by an upside down rope trap.
I found myself alone and cold as I awoke on the floor of my own bedroom, dazed at exactly how real the excursion was. It took me a while, but I realized that my party would be later on today. I then saw what could have gone wrong. A couple of weeks after my party, a couple of kids our age, were found in the basement of the house we were going to toilet paper. Thats what could have gone wrong I told myself, that is precisley what could have gone wrong.
By Jared Setser
