|The Booger Man (standard:horror, 2767 words)|
|Author: crowdog||Added: Nov 29 2001||Views/Reads: 2060/1169||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A boy tormented by a bully finds help in an unlikely place, and pays a dear price later in life.|
The Booger Man Listen, I think I’ve only got a few minutes, so I really need to hurry. Lord, I’ve never told anybody this before. To tell you the truth, I never thought anybody would believe me. I mean after all, I’m not sure I believe it myself. Did you hear something? I’m sorry I’m so distracted. I keep looking out the window. What will I do if I actually see him there? I have never been so scared in my life. It’s all his fault anyway, that boy, Christopher whatever his last name is. I’m getting ahead of myself. I just need to calm down and tell this story while I can. I was a skinny kid. I really didn’t get crazy for sports until I got into high school. In grade school, kids used to pick on me quite a bit. I don’t guess I really blame them, I mean I was pretty wimpy. The sixth grade was the worst of all. There was this boy named Tommy Wheeler, he was the school bully. He pounded me on a regular basis. He took my lunch money, tripped me in the halls, and generally made my life miserable, but not just me. All the kids hated him. I just wanted him to stop, to leave me alone. I was tired of being scared all the time. A kid can only take so much before he starts looking for a way to fight back. I was at that stage when the carnival came to town. That’s why I did it. I mean, if I had known I would have never, even considered. Wait I’m getting ahead of myself again. I’m just so nervous. There I was, walking through the carnival looking at all the rides, and minding my own business when I saw him. The problem was, Tommy saw me too. My stomach suddenly wound into a thousand knots. My pockets were bulging with all the change that I had just robbed from my piggy bank. I had saved all I could for just such an occasion. I was sick at the thought of getting another beating, and having my savings taken from me. The second he saw me, he gave me that crooked, evil grin of his. “Hey!” He shouted, “come here!” I was terrified! I did what any kid in my shoes would do. I ran. I could hear his sneakers in the gravel behind me. My one advantage in being smaller than Tommy was that I could out run him. I ran back and forth, and in and out of the rides and stands until I felt I was far enough ahead of him. Then I ducked into one of the tents at the far end of the midway. I crouched inside and watched as Tommy ran past. He hadn’t seen me. I suddenly realized that I wasn’t alone in the dark tent. An old woman stepped from the far corner, and looked out of the flap. Tommy was still making his way back up the midway, looking for me. “Why do you hide?” She said. Standing near the entrance, the lights from the rides made it much easier to make out what she looked like. She looked ancient, but to a ten-year-old anyone over thirty looks ancient. Now that I look back on it, I guess she was actually somewhere in her late sixties. She wore a long, full, colorful dress, and a type of turban hat. She also had one very large loop earring in one ear. I knew at once she was a gypsy. Back in those days there was always a few gypsies at every carnival, fortunetellers mostly. “You are hiding from this boy?” She asked. “Why?” “So I don’t get beat up.” I told her. I asked her if I could stay inside for a couple of minutes. “You have no big brother to protect you?” She asked. She had a very thick accent, just like the gypsies I’d seen on t.v. “No,” I said. I sat inside the tent and told the old woman about Tommy and what a bully he was. Not so much because I really wanted her to know, but just to have a reason to stay inside the tent, until I was Click here to read the rest of this story (205 more lines)
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