Perry’s Scary Adventure – Part 1


“Ding… Ding… Ding.” Everyone shuffled out of their seats and rushed out of the classroom when the end of the school day bell went off. A swarm of kids pushed past me, excited about their upcoming winter break. After struggling to reach my locker, I unloaded my bag, slammed the locker door shut, and walked away quickly. I pushed through the crowds of kids talking about what presents they’re getting this year, and  I made my way home. Although most of the people in this town love the holidays, I can’t stand them. I mean, why would I like the holidays? I’m trapped inside my house all day because it’s freezing and snowing, I have nothing to do in my small wooden home apart from reading a book, and I have no friends or siblings to hang out with or talk to. So yeah, the holidays were just some ordinary days for me.

My house was close to the school, a little less than half a mile, so I didn’t mind the walk.  I put my headphones in my ears and started nodding my head to the newest Edgar Allan Poe album. Not many people like Edgar Allan Poe, but his music always cheered me up. The heart solo was about to start when suddenly, my headphones were ripped out of my ears.

“Hey look, it’s Perry,” I heard a shout from behind that I immediately recognized.

I turned around and faced a group of three kids from my class. I reached to pick up my headphones, but before I could, one of them slapped my hand away and roughly grabbed them before me.

“These are mine now, punk,” Jim said, waving my headphones through the air.

“Come on dud, you took my other pair last week,” I muttered. “Fine,” he said, smiling as if he just got the best idea in the world. He glanced over at a nearby muddy puddle on the side of the street, right next to the sewer. With all his friends watching and sneering, he walked over to it and dumped my headphones in the puddle, swooshing them around everywhere to absorb all the dirt. Finally, he let go of the headphones and started to walk away, stopping for a brief moment to turn around and mock me with a condescending sneer.  I sighed, figuring that even if I did clean out all that dirt from my headphones, the water in the puddle was enough to destroy them. I continued my walk home without Edgar Allan Poe’s audiobook.


When I finally got home, I checked to see if anyone was around, and as expected, both my parents were still at work. I sluggishly climbed the stairs, and walked into my room, shutting the door behind me. I put my backpack down on the ground next to my desk and hopped on my bed, almost immediately passing out after a long day of school.

I woke up suddenly and immediately checked the time. 6am? I had slept for 14 hours! Why had nobody woken me up? Confused, but hungry, I stretched my arms a little bit and tumbled downstairs. The floors seemed to be a little different, but I assumed it was just me. I made myself a bowl of cereal and took it into the living room. Settling down on the couch, I switched on the TV and flipped through a few channels with no signal before sighing and turning it back off. Dad had probably forgotten to pay the cable bill again.

I hopped off the couch and went to the kitchen to put my empty bowl in the dishwasher. Surprisingly, there were no dirty dishes in the sink. Did mom actually clean the dishes right after eating for once? I checked the time again. It was a quarter past seven, and my parents would be late to work if they didn’t wake up now. I knocked on their door softly. No reply. I knocked a few more times while calling for my mom. I twisted the doorknob and the door creaked as I slowly pushed it open. The room was a terrible sight – the bed was unmade, flowers were scattered all over the ground around a broken glass vase, and there was a small trail of green slimes leading from the room to the back door. Sweat started dripping down my neck as I started thinking of all the terrible things that could have happened to them. I ran downstairs and opened the front door. The air was bitter and the silence of the street left me extremely scared. No traffic. No people. No sound. I sprinted to the kitchen, took a small pocket knife, and ran upstairs to put my shoes and jacket on. I went back outside, locked the door behind me, and hopped on my bike.

I started to buckle my helmet when suddenly, a shadow sprouted up behind me. Startled, I turned around. In front of me was the most horrendous sight I had ever seen; it had the silhouette of a human, yet it had dirty scars on its back, swamp colored skin, and its eyes were so dreadfully black that I wasn’t sure if they were even there. Yet, there was still some familiarity to its face – its nose, it reminded me of my neighbor’s giant nose. Without thinking, I froze in place, unable to move.

It opened its mouth, made a few indistinguishable noises, and started advancing towards me, licking its lips. I stepped backward, tumbling over my bike and onto the ground. The fall snapped me back to life, and I screamed as I scrambled to my feet and just ran. I ran, and ran, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw more – more things just like the one I had seen before. I could feel the adrenaline rush through my veins, and I wondered if I was still dreaming and this was just a terrible, terrible nightmare. I ran further, but I didn’t know when to stop until I crashed into another one. And another. And another. They were all circling around me as I suffocated slowly.


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