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|The Attack (standard:horror, 2489 words)|
|Author: Casey Ponciano||Added: Aug 09 2001||Views/Reads: 2225/1437||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|2528 was a scary road, especially in the dark. But it was the fastest way to get home for Christian and his parents. And they hit something that stops them beside the road. Something that attacks Christian and his parents. Something that changes Christian|
“Mommy, are we there yet?” I asked as I looked outside of the window. “Christian, I told you to sit down and be quiet,” my mother said. I loved my mother. She was very pretty. I always thought she was the prettiest woman in the world. She had long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was light skin and very petite and whenever she smiled at me, she’d made me feel great, no matter what I did wrong. She was also very cautious with me. I always thought she had eyes behind her head, because when I was about to do something wrong, she’d tell me to ‘watch out’ or ‘don’t do that’. Especially when I was in the van. I knew she kept an eye on me from the passenger rearview mirror. Sometimes when I knew she was looking at me, I’d stick out my tongue at her. In return, she’d stick her tongue back at me. We always played around like that. But that day I didn’t listen to her. My father bought me two Hot Wheels and I got off my seat to play with them. The van was very big to me because I was a small kid. Whenever I had toys, I would always roam around the van and play with them. “Mommy and daddy, are we there yet?” I asked again. I was eager to get home because of the road we were driving through. In order for us to get home, we’d drive through a back road called farm road 2528. The road was very scary and lonely because all the houses there were empty and cars hardly passed through it. And it made it worse because we were driving during the night. Home sounded like a better place. “Christian, sit down and listen to your mother,” my father said. I did as he told me. My mother was always easy with me, but when it came to my father, I listened. My father was a serious and very big man, not fat, but muscular. He’d always stayed in shape. Every morning he’d wake me up for breakfast because he jogged for thirty minutes. Even his voice sometimes scared me because it was a deep tone. He didn’t try to scare me, but that’s they way his voice was. Sometimes my friends never came over because of my father. He had brown eyes and he always kept his hair very short, as if he was in the military. My family always said I looked like him. I was proud of that. “Okay,” I replied. I sat right by the left window and buckled my seatbelt. You see we were driving back from Lubbock because we were grocery shopping. We lived out in the country, or what some people called it, ‘the boonies’. But I loved it out there because it was very quit and peaceful. The town near us was Abernathy, which was a small town north of Lubbock, and because it was small, the grocery stores there were expensive. But in Lubbock, they were a lot cheaper, and my parents always found a way to save money. As I sat by the window, I looked out of it and up at the bright stars and the moon outside. The stars glimmered and I noticed the moon was an orange color. I always wondered how they stayed up there. They’re always pretty to look at. Minutes passed and I got bored so I started playing with my Hot Wheels again. But this time I stayed in the seat. I didn’t want father mad at me. “Daddy, are we there yet?” I asked again. “We’re almost---,” but he didn’t finish what he was saying because my mother cut him off. “David, watch out!” she yelled at him as she grabbed the steering wheel. The van jerked as we hit something. My head hit the window on the left side. My mother and my father grabbed the steering wheel and twisted it to the right. My father pressed the brakes and the tires screeched as the van was making a stop. The van swirled to the right side of the road and finally came to a complete halt. Good thing I buckled my seatbelt. We hit something, something big, but we didn’t know what it was. “Dammit!” my father said furiously. I knew he was angry. He made a fist and he punched the steering wheel. I didn’t know if he was angry with me, or if he was angry because we hit something. I apologized to play it safe. Click here to read the rest of this story (177 more lines)
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