Gods Legacy
06-24-2009, 10:01 PM
“The Usual Question”
It was a nice summer day and the nature surrounding me was……Yeah, let’s read another boring beginning. Although a boring beginning is what I wish it was. My knees were trembling and my heartbeat was racing tremendously. There I was, disguising myself into the bushes and trees inside these horrifying darkened woods. I was told there was a man back here, but I did not believe it at all. I had to see things for myself for me to believe almost anything. You see, anyone that had gone into these woods never came back out. Some say it’s the woods itself that made you go absolutely insane. While the others say that there’s a man back here, who would find and kill these people. My guess was as good as anyone else’s even though I have lived here all my life. As I remained in the same spot, I heard the crackling of twigs and leaves. From a far distance, I saw a glare, the glare of a sharpened knife. My heart suddenly dropped and I had no clue what to do. I was lost as time went by and I didn’t even notice how dark it got. The footsteps had become even closer and that’s when I noticed his figure. He was about 6 feet tall and the only other thing I noticed was his bright, yellow jacket that seemed to out shine the dark. He began to walk right by me as I took one big deep breath and kept silent. As the foot steps began to fade, I became calm and relieved. The only other thing I had worried about is how I was going to get out of here. As time went by, I somehow found a way out and made it home.
I slowly opened the door, hoping that my parents wouldn’t hear me. It seemed I had no luck because my mom was right there, waiting for me. “Where the hell have you been?” My mom shouted.
“I was outside messing around.”
“Get up to your room now, we’ll talk about this tomorrow.” I wasn’t surprised that my dad wasn’t even home yet. Sometimes he wouldn’t show up until two days later. I don’t know why though, his job didn’t seem that busy. As I laid there in my bed, it killed me inside knowing that there might actually be a killer out there. Although it seemed impossible, I tried putting that off to the side. I became curious of why my dad comes home at random times. I wonder if the same question wanders through my mom’s head from time to time.
It was the next day, and I had woken up pretty late. I looked out my window and noticed my dad’s car parked in the drive way. I walked downstairs and already saw my mom walking out of the door. It was 6:33 P.M. and my dad was no were to be found. With that possible killer out in those woods, it scared me to death knowing that he was not that far away. I began to walk in my room but couldn’t help noticing my dad’s door cracked open. My curiosity convinced me to go in his room and look around. Everything was pretty much plain but I figured a little peak into his closet wouldn’t hurt. All I saw was shirts and ties, but then I rested my eyes upon something extremely familiar. I knew I had seen it somewhere but I just couldn’t make it out. Then it hit me, my heart dropped again as I pulled out the bright yellow jacket that I had seen on the killer. I was speechless, trying to tell myself that it was just a coincidence. I stood there for a good 5 minutes not knowing what to do. “Son? What are you doing?” I turned around and noticed my father staring me down.
“Nothing father, just looking for something.” I didn’t know what to say nor do. If my father was the actual killer, then were could the knife be? My dad got closer to me and I started to become nervous.
“What is it that you are looking for, and why do you have my jacket?” He suspiciously said.
“Oh, I know where it is, sorry for bothering you.” I tried making my way past my dad but he stepped in my way. I then became frightened, and my knees began to tremble again.
“Is this what you are looking for?” He then drew out the same knife that I had seen that night while I was in the woods. I was now convinced that my father was indeed the killer. I tried making an escape past him but it was too late and he pierced the knife through my back, I fell to the floor. He then repeatedly gashed the knife through my back as I screamed for mercy. He finally stopped and I had a few more moments of breath left. In those moments, as my eyes began to close and my heart began to fail, I managed to say one more thing. “Why?”
It was a nice summer day and the nature surrounding me was……Yeah, let’s read another boring beginning. Although a boring beginning is what I wish it was. My knees were trembling and my heartbeat was racing tremendously. There I was, disguising myself into the bushes and trees inside these horrifying darkened woods. I was told there was a man back here, but I did not believe it at all. I had to see things for myself for me to believe almost anything. You see, anyone that had gone into these woods never came back out. Some say it’s the woods itself that made you go absolutely insane. While the others say that there’s a man back here, who would find and kill these people. My guess was as good as anyone else’s even though I have lived here all my life. As I remained in the same spot, I heard the crackling of twigs and leaves. From a far distance, I saw a glare, the glare of a sharpened knife. My heart suddenly dropped and I had no clue what to do. I was lost as time went by and I didn’t even notice how dark it got. The footsteps had become even closer and that’s when I noticed his figure. He was about 6 feet tall and the only other thing I noticed was his bright, yellow jacket that seemed to out shine the dark. He began to walk right by me as I took one big deep breath and kept silent. As the foot steps began to fade, I became calm and relieved. The only other thing I had worried about is how I was going to get out of here. As time went by, I somehow found a way out and made it home.
I slowly opened the door, hoping that my parents wouldn’t hear me. It seemed I had no luck because my mom was right there, waiting for me. “Where the hell have you been?” My mom shouted.
“I was outside messing around.”
“Get up to your room now, we’ll talk about this tomorrow.” I wasn’t surprised that my dad wasn’t even home yet. Sometimes he wouldn’t show up until two days later. I don’t know why though, his job didn’t seem that busy. As I laid there in my bed, it killed me inside knowing that there might actually be a killer out there. Although it seemed impossible, I tried putting that off to the side. I became curious of why my dad comes home at random times. I wonder if the same question wanders through my mom’s head from time to time.
It was the next day, and I had woken up pretty late. I looked out my window and noticed my dad’s car parked in the drive way. I walked downstairs and already saw my mom walking out of the door. It was 6:33 P.M. and my dad was no were to be found. With that possible killer out in those woods, it scared me to death knowing that he was not that far away. I began to walk in my room but couldn’t help noticing my dad’s door cracked open. My curiosity convinced me to go in his room and look around. Everything was pretty much plain but I figured a little peak into his closet wouldn’t hurt. All I saw was shirts and ties, but then I rested my eyes upon something extremely familiar. I knew I had seen it somewhere but I just couldn’t make it out. Then it hit me, my heart dropped again as I pulled out the bright yellow jacket that I had seen on the killer. I was speechless, trying to tell myself that it was just a coincidence. I stood there for a good 5 minutes not knowing what to do. “Son? What are you doing?” I turned around and noticed my father staring me down.
“Nothing father, just looking for something.” I didn’t know what to say nor do. If my father was the actual killer, then were could the knife be? My dad got closer to me and I started to become nervous.
“What is it that you are looking for, and why do you have my jacket?” He suspiciously said.
“Oh, I know where it is, sorry for bothering you.” I tried making my way past my dad but he stepped in my way. I then became frightened, and my knees began to tremble again.
“Is this what you are looking for?” He then drew out the same knife that I had seen that night while I was in the woods. I was now convinced that my father was indeed the killer. I tried making an escape past him but it was too late and he pierced the knife through my back, I fell to the floor. He then repeatedly gashed the knife through my back as I screamed for mercy. He finally stopped and I had a few more moments of breath left. In those moments, as my eyes began to close and my heart began to fail, I managed to say one more thing. “Why?”