I want you to think for a second when I say 'Summer'. A lot of the time when I hear 'Summer' I think of the sun, hot days and happiness, but I bet you was thinking of the same words or slightly different words that all make you think of happiness. When you hear my story you will never think of words related to happiness when I say 'Summer' ever again. Instead you'll think of very dark words that send shivers down the back of your spine.
You sure you're ready? Well then let's get started with the story that's going to change your whole perspective on life.
It was a summers day, life was great. I had woken up that morning with a strange feeling as if someone was watching me. Someone not just watching me, seing right through me. It was unnerving. I looked at the time, 10:23am. I layed back into my bed puzzled by this overwhelming feeling flooding through my body that I couldn't get rid of. I look up at my ceiling and saw a dead moth on my ceiling, squashed by something. Blood pooling outwards but not dripping; it was defing gravity, just like a spirit.
Finding that odd i quickly moved on with my day and went down stairs to have breakfast to discover a note on the kitchen table "Left to go to Jim's, wont be long" who's Jim? That doesn't look like mum's hand writing? The last time i found a note it was from my dad saying he was going to a friends house but he never made it. A truck was being driven by two drung drivers at a dangerously high speed... Wrong place, wrong time.
I usually meet my friends at around 10 am, we communicate using our mobile phones but my phone was dead when I found if on charge? As if the day could get any weirder...
Then all of a sudden I hear a car come roaring up the drive of my house and the silence. I live in the middle of no-where? Who would be poking around here? My mum doesn't drive since dad died 'bloody dangerous machines' she calls them, so who would be driving up to my house? Especially at that speed. A loud screen of an old rusty door bellowed into my ears and through my body making all my muscles tense up as if they were scared. Now all these occurances are starting to scare me now. I'm only 15 so when it comes to self defence I can't even defend myself against people my own age no matter adults. Footsteps sounds as I grow more and more afraid. The footsteps sliver up onto the porch and stop at the front door and the silence. "Hello" I shout with my scratchy voice. No reply. "Who's there?" I ask praying for the voice of my mum to calm my senses. No reply.
As I move through the house towards the front door and then the footsteps sound again, this time moving away from my house. The creek again and the a roar of an engine as it speeds of away from my house bringing with it parts of my fear.
I use my house phone to call Cameron, a guy that would love to hear what just happend, anything that could potentially include violence then he's interested. Cameron is the strongest from the four of us. He can very easily defend himself and his friends. Hopefully I can meet Cameron at the bottom of my drive because he only lives up the road from me. Then we could go meet the others and I can tell them about what just happened.
