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A fictional story I had developed, about a young child being left on the side of the road by his Uncle. Because of his age, the young boy has thoughts and visions of monsters watching and stalking him.
Monsters Coming “Monsters Coming” my uncle says to me in a voice that sends chills down my spine. The way he tells me that monsters are I coming, is in a way that I doubt I will ever forget. I’m sure years from now I will remember this moment. I will also remember the car ride through the dark roads of Pennsylvania. There’s not a car in sight. The last time I saw human life, had to be over an hour ago. I haven’t even seen a car. High in the sky, the stars are shinning bright, but that light barely makes it to the dark woods that surround the car. The high beams from the rusted car hardly break through the darkness of the night. I’m scared at this point. Actually I’m terrified, I can barely move. I’m only 10 years old, and my uncle keeps repeating “Monsters Coming.” I don’t say anything. I refuse to acknowledge it. I hate monsters. I’ve never seen them in person, but I’ve heard stories from my friends, and I’ve seen them in the movies. I know they are real. I’ve heard their noises coming from my closet, and under my bed, but I never dare to look. My dad tells me it’s just the house making those noises; houses aren’t alive, but monsters are. I fear monsters. I usually pull the covers over my head, and hope they don’t see me. It always works. “Monsters Coming,” he tells me again. He keeps driving. Driving where, I don’t know, but what I do hope is that he’s not driving me to meet some monsters. I don’t want to be eaten by monsters, I’m sure it would be painful and scary, I miss my parents. My mom and dad would keep me safe, I know they would. But they aren’t here, it’s just me and my Uncle, and he keeps talking about monsters coming. Why would my parents leave me with this person? Do they not love me? “Monsters Coming.” I look through the back window, and see nothing but pitch black darkness. Monsters enjoy living in darkness, I’m sure they are watching from the trees hoping our car breaks down, and waiting to make their move. Watching and waiting. The darkness makes me believe that this is what death would look like if death was tangible. Where is he driving? Where are we going? I’m scared to ask him about the monsters, I don’t want to hear anything more. So I sit still, hoping I see people soon, maybe they can see me. Maybe they can save me. We continue to drive deeper and deeper into the woods. Still I see nothing. No people, no animals, just trees and darkness. I need a night light. “Monsters Coming.” The car begins to slow down, slowly at first, and then the car makes a complete stop. Oh no, I think to myself. There are a million thoughts racing through my head. My imagination is running wild. My uncle takes off his seat belt, and opens his side door, and climbs out of the old rusted car. Casually he walks around the front of the car, and comes to my door. The light from the high beams nearly blind him, but don’t faze him. He’s now looking at me through the side window. He opens my door. “Monsters Coming! Get out” he tells me. I don’t move, is he serious? I don’t want to leave the car, so I continue to sit there, and look at him. Then I look straight ahead hoping he will walk back to his side of the car, but that doesn’t happen. I can feel his eyes glued on to my body. The tears begin to fall down my checks, I’m scared to death, and I don’t want to see the monsters, but I remain silent. He unbuckles my seatbelt and picks me up out of the car, and closes my side door. Without saying a word, he walks back to the driver seat of the car, enters the vehicle, and closes his door. The car drives off. Before the car vanishes I hear, “Monsters Coming” I watch as the car disappears into the darkness. I’m alone. Oh my God! I’m all alone. I’m scared, I’m terrified. I don’t want to die. I can feel the pee begin to roll down my left leg, and my pants become wet. Where did he go? He left me with the monsters! I can hear them in the distance, I hear everything, but I can’t see more than a few feet in front of me. What do I do? Do I stay still and hope the monsters don’t discover me, or do I run and hope they can’t catch me, or do I hide and hope they won’t find me. I better make a decision quick. I’m afraid I don’t have much time. I feel a cold wind blow through my blonde hair, and the trees begin to move. I hope that’s the wind making the trees move, and not the monsters moving through the trees. I think I should stay close to the road. If I stay close to the road maybe someone will drive by, and stop and rescue me. Maybe my Uncle will come back and get me. I doubt that, he must hate me. How could you leave someone in the middle of the woods on a dark and scary road? How could he leave his 10 year old nephew in the woods? If a car drives by I’m going to try to wave them down, if I jump up and down and yell they would have to stop. But at the same time I don’t want to bring attention to myself from the monsters. Maybe I could just run into the middle of the road that should stop them. But hopefully they will see me, and won’t run me over. Maybe I should just stay quiet. The noises continue. I think I just heard some branches break, that means there’s footsteps in the tree. Maybe its some animals like a deer, or a rabbit, or a dog. Hopefully its not monsters, I don’t want to meet them. My friend Timmy told me he saw a monster in his closet the other week. He said it had a huge mouth that when it was opened; all you could see was rows and rows of sharp teeth that look like daggers. The drool from the monsters mouth rolled down his check. I only drool when I see something delicious; I bet he thought Timmy was delicious. He said the monsters eyes were bright yellow, and it had a thick coat of red fur. He said he opened the door, and when saw the monster he just froze. But when the monster tried to grab him, he quickly slammed the door and ran into his parent’s bedroom. His parents insisted it’s just his imagination, but he continued telling them it was real, and wouldn’t leave their room until they came to see the monster. So they went to his room, and opened his closet door, and saw nothing. Nothing was there, except his clothes hung up on hangers, and his shoes on the floor. His parents told him monsters aren’t real, but he doesn’t believe them. I don’t believe them, I know monsters are real. I decide to walk down the road, but I still haven’t seen a car. I’m lost forever; no one will ever find me again. I’m going to be on the news stations: Missing 10 year old lost forever. Perhaps kidnapped, perhaps lost, or perhaps eaten by monsters. There’s that noise again. I know in fact that there are branches breaking that time. God, I hope it’s not a monster. Maybe this monster has a long neck. Maybe it flies, and has huge wings. Maybe it has more than one head, and I will be torn into pieces by the two heads fighting over to eat my body. I think I would rather be eaten by a monster with one head as opposed to two heads. I don’t want to be eaten at all. I saw a movie once, where a monster had wings, and it was flying around, grabbing the students on a school bus. It was licking the windows, and had sharp fangs and claws. Those students were so scared. I would be scared too. I wasn’t supposed to watch that movie. Mom and Dad said it would give me nightmares, but when I was over Timmy’s house, his older brother let us watch it. I was really scared. I hope that monster is following me. The wind continues to blow harder than it did earlier, making the trees sway harder. The darkness is nearly impossible to see more than a few feet in front of me. Still no cars in sight, still no Uncle in sight. It’s just me and the monsters. I decide to sit down on the side of the road. There’s no sense to walk, I’m tired. I want to sleep. Besides if a monster comes after me, I don’t think I can outrun them. Monsters are fast, real fast. The bushes near me begin to ruffle, followed by noises of branches breaking again. This time its right nears me. I close my eyes, God help me, make me wake up. I open my eyes, it didn’t work. I hear the noises again, and I look over. I see bright red eyes glaring at me. I only see red eyes, I don’t see anything else, just those red eyes watching me. It’s a monster, it has to be a monster. Only monsters have red eyes. I don’t know what to do. I’m scared, I’m really scared. This is the worst night of my life. This is it, I think, I’m going to be eaten by monsters. I close my eyes again. I open my eyes and standing right in front of me is a beast with it’s red eyes watching me. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH “Billy, Billy, wake up, wake up,” a familiar voice says to me. I open my eyes and find myself in my bed, under my favorite blanket. “You must have been having a nightmare, you were sweating, and yelling in your sleep,” the voice says, finally realizing it’s my dad’s voice. I pull my covers off of me, and to my horror, it’s not my dad. It’s the monsters, and it opens it’s large mouth, and swallows me whole. |
