Mehlville Hills "Chillerz" House 1648

Jaylen kept running as the wind pushed against his face. Those red little cheeks and those boney little legs pressed pass the bittersweet dampness. "How did I get here? Why is this happening?" Voices in the distance rose from behind. Jaylen Campbell was 16. He attended Melville High. He lived in the Bel-Ridge Estates. One of those easily fit in sophomores. Easy to get along with. Fresh smelling, well mannered, well dressed . Tall lanky lingering over you. Tower over you kind of tall. Voices laughter as Jaylen pressed forward. "What do you want? Who's there? What do you want?" "Ha ha ha ha ha!" Repeated a spooky echoing voice getting closer but still sounded far away. Jaylen gulped. Pushing pass the bramble bushes. He wore a red and suede denim jacket. The sleeves on his jacket were suede. Mehlville Jayhawks threaded on the back. His dust brown hair flustered in the wind. It was very windy. Running, inhaling his breath, swallowing the gust of wind. He pushed pass a tree branch. It caught his left jacket sleeve. It ripped a hole into the number 00. "Ouch!" He murmured. Farther into the dark Lakeside Hills. It was getting cold. He ran pass the trees peering through the tall trees on each side of the streets coming into view. Leaves rustled beneath gaining momentum and speed. He could hear behind something followed the same pattern. Blood dripped from his jacket sleeve from being pierced by the flexible branch. His jacket unzipped revealed a tucked in colorful half buttoned flannel. The dripping marked his denim jeans. He could feel the dampness on his thigh. "Why is this happening? Leave me alone! Please, stop following me!" Laughter laughter laughter and laughter. The creepy voices at play. My arm, its weak. Its numb. I can't lift it. I can feel my heart beating really fast. "You can't hide!" One voice cracked. "We will find you!" Another voice lifted. I can make it. Now laughing voices seem a little closer. Surrounding him. My feet, so heavy. Hard to lift. I'm getting closer. If I can only reach the street I'll be safe. Safe. Back on Bel-Ridge Garden. Back at home. Back with family. Back where it's safe. "Give me your hand." A voice demanded. A cracking thud grew louder with a grueling growl. Jaylen swung, while in full speed turning to see that no one was there. "Oh no. What's this? I can't move. My feet are stuck. Please no! Let go of me." Jaylen tried to plea for help, but couldn't find the words. Caught in the back of his throat. Something was pulling him. What was pulling him? My ankles are stuck. I'm in pain. My arm is numb and my feet are stuck. I feel like something is trying to possess me. I know what I want to say, but my body won't move and I can't talk. What is this? Jaylen tried to pull one leg up with the opposite arm, but no luck. "Whoa!" He finally spoke. Looking down in the shimmering darkness to what held him. His feet were stuck in tar. He put up a good struggle. The trees danced against the wind. Voices laughed and laughed hovering over poor Jaylen. Stuck in tar. The wind banged against the trees hoisting leaves all around in a circular motion into the air like a spinning tornado. "Why this? Why me? Why are you doing this?" The tar got strong. He began to sink. I can see the street. Come on Jaylen find the strength to pull through. The leaves spun in a spiral so strong blocking my view. The wind tore into his jacket. His eyes squinting against the wind. Horror. The tar grabbed at his legs. He tried to get loose but the forces were to strong. His body began to sink more. No one could hear him. The voices were too loud along with the wind. Leaves and black smoke spun into a spiral surrounding. The tar is up to my hips now. Oh no, is this real? Is this going to end? Hands rose from the tar pulling at Jaylen. The smell of decay lingered. "We've got you! Your one of us now. One of us now. One of us now." What sounded like the chiming of several kids. Dirty musty tar hands and arms pulled Jaylen up to his shoulders now. He struggled to hold his breath. Hands in the air up to his neck holding his breath swallowing the foul smell. The smog and everything the terrible awful had to offer sucking everything into the hole of tar taking Jaylen with it. Down into a spiral from out the air in the opposite direction into the pit of tar it sucked. Closing. Like closing a lid shut on a jar.