a night to remember part 2

I was trudging down the dirt road near the end of the sidewalk, it was so damn quiet that I picked up my feet to make less noise, and then remembered why I was outside in the middle of the night. My friend Luke had just scored a lid, and we were going to get high at “the fork” (which is a famous tree in this town, it’s called the fork....well because it looks like a fork if you could’t guess).1

I had now stepped into total darkness leaving the last street light behind me. There was no help from the moon either; I could’t see a damn think. Lucky I brought a flash light I said to myself and proceeded to turning it on. Ahh not much better, now I could only see like 4 feet ahead of me, but it helped anyhow.2

"The fork" was sitting on a slightly steep hill about 100 feet away from me. There was a small stream just before the hill starts to incline, which I needed to find out how to cross. Just before I got to the bank of the stream I stopped to light a cigarette, WHAM!! I heard the sound of a door being slammed in the distance. It scared the shit out of me. But I wondered where it came from. It did’t sound like it came from town. It sounded like it came from the top of the hill that "the fork" is on. I figured it was just Luke fuckin around at the old sugar shack that was up there, and proceeded to try and cross the creek.3

Right away I saw a path of rocks going across the creek and got to the other side. I could now see "the fork" about 20 feet up the hill. I also noticed no one was there, and figured that Luke was up at the sugar shack. Why he would be up there I have no idea. But I proceeded up the hill.4

The sugar shack was old, very old, the walls were made of tin, and door was almost rotted out. I have never been inside the thing at all, and at this moment I really did’t want to enter the creepy looking place.5

All of a sudden I heard the door open, and I though that Luke was just coming to greet me, but no. all I could see was the figure of someone very tall standing in the entrance of the door. I quickly paused, and the big figure did to, I wondered who the hell it was. Then they must have noticed me, and quickly ran out behind the shack. I was completely frozen and could’t move for 20 second. I finally came to the conclusion that it might just be one of Luke’s friends, and thought I was someone else. But then again Luke told me that no one else was coming, and I even wondered if Luke was in there.6

But then again I had to find out. Typical me always having to know shit. It was hard to even lift my foot and take a step. But the curiosity was building up inside me so I quickened my pace. My mind was completely set on getting to that door.7

With my hand 2 inches form the rusty handle I closed my eyes. I thought what the hell am I doing. I was scared out of my mind. Well I came this far I’ve got to do it. I then placed my hand on the cold rough doorknob. Sweat was dripping off my face. What the hell am I doing I thought again. But before I knew could think any more the door was already open, and my eyes were too. The sight before we was so horrific. The top half of Luke’s body from the top of his waist up was hanging out of the stove. The smell of hot spewing blood was horrible. Intestines were strung from the top of the ceiling to the bottom of the floor. To the right of the stove was the rest of Luke’s body laying on the floor. The intense feeling of screaming was forgotten when I started to gag. I quickly turned around to face outside, when there he was standing right in the doorway about 2 feet from me. The scream just bellowed out.8

“Emily, what’s wrong” I heard my mother say in a scratchy quivering yell.9

I quickly leaned up. My face was covered in sweat, I was breathing heavily, and my hands were shaking. “It was only a nightmare” I said still breathing heavily. “Owe thank god”10

My mother said with a sign of relief. “What was it about” she said. “Um nothing, it was really stupid and not important” I told her while trying to act like everything was fine.11

Nope, I haven’t even told my own mother about the dream, and I’m gonna keep it to myself until I die; besides it was only a dream, it might not even of been what really happened. I just like to not think about it the best I can.12