Burned Me Narrative

So we went to great wolf lodge, we are driving and I tried to take a nap and all I heard was two of my friends just laughing because they were watching vines. So I told them to shut up and went back to sleep. I slept for one hour and someone called me on the bus floor, and were just talking until we arrived at Great Wolf Lodge. We got of the bus, grabbed our bags and headed in, then we went to separate rooms.

It was a cold and dark night in October when my friend and I took a trip to Fright Fest at Six Flags. Ahh!! Screams were all I heard when I approached the park. So, when I went into the park I was really nervous that a monster would pop right at me. When we got in the park I heard a chainsaw right next to me, I screamed really loud that I almost blew my friend’s ear drums out.

We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.

So I was sitting in my tree stand with my uncle like there was nothing but me and the woods. The sensation of not hearing anything but nature itself is so amazing. I was sitting there and all of a sudden I heard something walking in the woods and i got excited hoping it was a deer. Then a few minutes passed and a group of turkeys came out to my feed pile and ate for a while before they left.

My dad and I had to move to lower ground, because it was too windy to fly our $15 kite from Walmart. In order to do so we had to walk down a hill, which most people are capable of. I, on the other hand, am not most people. I was walking down this hill, and it had rained the day before so it was a little muddy. Nothing too bad, or so I thought. I was holding the cheap kite when my dad started talking to me from the bottom of the hill. I couldn’t quite make out what he was trying to tell me, so I started to walk down the hill faster. My knees buckled a little and I had to dig my heels into the ground to not fall. Wow, close one Lucy, I thought.

I’ve never told this story before. Not because I’m ashamed or embarrassed. I’ve put off telling it for so long because it terrifies me. It is a story of a time I lost complete control. It is a story of loneliness and isolation. By not recalling it, or writing it down, it became just a string of events that happened in the past, meaningless and disconnected from the future. Putting it into words makes these past events the future. They become immortalized in writing, they become forever. But maybe putting words to my thoughts and feelings will alleviate some of that terror. Maybe I’ll be setting myself free.

Earlier that day I had been walking around Eagle Bend Park and saw a tall blonde man and his wife hanging posters to the trees. I was curious about what was going on but it all looked to creepy, so i did not want to get involved.I kept on my walk home and when i got there i told my sister. She thought it was just as creepy as I did. We decided to just not think about it and go on with our day.

My dad drove down to Kalamazoo and came back 3 hours later. This tiny black and white puppy jumped up on the window of the car and my dad went to let her out. When she got out she was standing there frozen from fear.

One day, my dog, my best friend, and I were getting ready to leave and we got a call to go down to the Empire State building because something had happened. Luckily we were only a few miles away. All the people from the search and rescue team had gotten a call as well. When we got to the two building's they were on fire and their were fire fighters/fire trucks .

At my grandma’s house she had this path of bricks and if you weren’t on the path you were on a steep hill with a bunch of gum balls and dog poop. It was around 9 P.M. and extremely dark outside. My grandma had warned all of us that we need to watch for dog poop if we left the path. My mom led the way to the car because she claimed she could see better. All of a sudden you heard a weird noise and then you see my mom rolling down the hill her legs touching the back of head, rolling at speeds I have never seen. The next thing you see is everyone that was on the path run down the hill laughing going to check to see if she was okay. The next thing you hear is my grandma scream “DID YOU FIND THE POOP” which led to more laughter than anyone was ready

As we were sitting on the four-wheeler, Anna asked if I wanted to go ride on it down in the pasture. I said “Sure, it would seem fun”, so we rode down to the pasture. I was scared to DEATH thinking that I was gonna fall off or get in a crash. After I got used to it, we drove down a little further and stopped. We heard yelling of some sort and looked up towards her house and saw a vehicle driving down towards us.

We stopped at a Motel that My family and my friends were to meet at but there were people just walking around. My dad whispered, “Stay inside the truck.” He asked me for the machete. I never had seen so much blood before. My dad had gave the machete and told us to go straight to the room upstairs. When we got upstairs there was a girl spitting up blood and Her tears were a river flowing down her cheeks. She looked up at me and cried “ Kill me please.”I look at her and told my little brothers to go to the bathroom. I looked at her with the machete in my hand and whispered: “ I’m sorry.” I could not believe what I have done. My dad came up and said“You did good boy, now she will rest in peace. Now help me get her body out of here and set up a fence.”

We walked into our parents bedroom very cautiously because when I turned 8 my sister and I thought that “the evil ghost” hid in our parents room. As soon as we opened the door

I don’t really believe in the paranormal, but there was this one time I felt very ill at ease. It happened in September 2012 and my wife and I decided that we should go away for the weekend to see her family in Stoke. So we drove up from our house in Southampton at 5:00 in the afternoon and it was just my wife, our five-year old daughter and I. As we were on the motorway we got to see the beautiful English countryside, which amused my daughter as she was pointing at the livestock and saying, “Ha-ha, look cows”. There was an accident on the M6 that slowed traffic to a crawl. So, my wife called her parents to tell them we wouldn't be arriving until well after dark.

When I walked into the haunted house to explore it. The old porch was creaking I was shaking. As I walked it the door slammed behind me. I got scared tried to open the door there was no budge. I ran to the back door of the house it was looked too there was no way I was getting out. I thought to myself “this house is haunted”.