The alley
Hunter Ernst
On the night of June 17, 2014 sunday evening I’m taking a walk around town, it’s the perfect temperature at about seventy degrees. As I look up to the sky, I see dark clouds in the distance and lighting way far off. I love to watch storms. I have no time to look up and watch the clouds go by, my curfew is 9:00 and its already 8:50 and I still have a fifteen minute walk home. My mom will just tell me “Kyle don’t do that again or I’ll ground you for a month you scared me to death!” This is a normal pattern every Sunday night and sometimes Saturday nights as well. Just as I walk onto the porch a total downpour starts. I walk inside, and as I close the door the loud boom of thunder shakes the whole house. It seems there will be no end to this awful storm, the strong winds are blowing the shingles off the roof. All of this rain is drowning my mom’s flower bed. She sees all of the destruction and sighs and she heads for bed. As soon as she came in, she left.
I stay up for another hour or two watching T.V.. It’s about 11:00 now, I’m done with everything the television, the computer and my phone so I get bored and go to bed. I lay out my clothes and set my alarm clock and when my alarm goes off the next morning it interrupts the most odd dream. It was that someone climbed up on the roof of my house and taped a note to my window and then they jump off the roof and I get up to see who or what it is. Whatever it is, they’re gone. Thats when my clock woke me up. I get dressed and grab my lunch money, on my way into the horrible place we’re all forced to go to five days a week. I can just tell somethings off, I’m not exactly sure what it is but I know something isn’t right. As I could have guessed I was wrong and nothing happened. I got through the week again just like I always do. I go home and drop my bags off as I always do and take a walk just like normal.
After I went to bed, someone knocked on my window at 3:30 am. I ignored it not knowing what it was, I thought it was a tree branch. The banging was relentless so I finally got up and there was a note taped to my window. I was a little freaked out that someone knew my name the note said “Kyle meet me in the ally of sixth Street at 1:00 AM tomorrow morning.” It seems if someone wants you up early the next day they would make sure you got a good nights sleep the night before. All day I have been debating weather to go or not. By the time I’ve eaten dinner I’ve made my decision, I’m going. The hours seem to take longer to pass than normal. By the time 12:00 hits I’m ready to leave the house, I take my pocket knife just in case.
I leave the house at 12:30 to anticipate for that 15 minute walk and still 15 minutes before he’s supposed to show up. I walk into the alley with my hand on my knife just incase someone tries something. As I approach the dumpster, the gross smell of garbage mixes with the air. That foul odor that fills the air that makes you want to vomit I turn and face the street and there he is. He starts walking toward me.
Once again I reach for my knife and this time it isn't there, he says “looking for this .” I say “lets just cut to the chase, what do you want?” he doesn't answer and he’s getting closer. He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, whatever it is I can see the moons reflection in it. He raises his arm and points it at me, thwip thwip he shot me with a dart gun I felt two sharp pains one in my chest and the other in my leg. I turn to run but a sense of relaxation fills my body and everything goes black. I can still hear everything and he starts talking to someone and he says “ what do you want to do with him?” the other says “lets notify his mom” and they both start to laugh. I feel a strong sense of anger, if you can feel anger while you’re asleep. The two men leave a note on the door of kyle’s house telling his mom, if you ever want to see your son again you'll meet us at the alley of sixth street at 1:00 AM tomorrow morning, his mom starts to cry. She heads for the alley at 1:00 AM Sunday morning. That was the last time anyone heard anything about Kyle or Angie Smith . . .
