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|The Night It Happened (standard:fantasy, 2388 words)|
|Author: Shadow Scribe||Added: Sep 23 2007||Views/Reads: 1641/1056||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A boy gets lured into an alley way, where somthing amazing and unnatural happens that he will never forget|
The Night it Happened March the third two thousand and seven, that's when it happened. That's when it happened again. I won't forget that day. That's was the day it happened. My name is Peter and I am nearly sixteen, I attend a private school, those are the only things I am completely sure about now, after the happenings on March the third I find it hard to believe and to trust. I had just been in a pub with some friends, one of the only ones near us that sells me and my friend's alcohol, better than that the barkeeper is one of my friend's dads, and he often turns a blind eye if his son nips behind the counter and retrieves some beer for us. It was exactly thirty-eight minutes past nine when my mum phoned me; I have stared at the call time and details over and over again, for it was the call that changed everything. I swallowed my mouthful of beer and retrieved my vibrating phone, it was mum. The baby sitter for my baby brother had phoned to say she couldn't make it so mum wanted me to return to look after him, I was about to refuse when she offered me the same pay as the baby sitter would have got. “Fine, I'll see you in an hour” I grumbled down the phone to her before hanging up. I put my phone back in my pockets and spoke. “Look lads I got to go home and baby-sit my damn brother, but I'll catch you all back here tomorrow evening eh” I downed my drink to the cheers of my friends, slammed the pint glass down and made for the door. The happy and loud chatter died suddenly as the heavy door shut, and I stepped onto the street. The moon was masked by thick clouds that seemed to cover the whole sky, and only faint beams of moonlight managed to penetrate the wall of dark clouds. I shoved my hands into the deep recesses of my jean pockets to keep them warm, the cold breeze stung at my ears. I turned right and began walking down the road, it was fairly quiet, a few cars passed and the odd dog barked but apart from that it was quiet. I must have walked the route from the pub home hundreds of times; it was only a short journey, fifteen minutes maximum, depends on how much I had drunk that night. This journey was horribly different; this journey is one I will never forget until my last dying breaths. I remembering seeing a group of hooded teenagers standing on the street corner, they were chatting lively and most clutched bottles of what was most probably alcohol, one was playing a loud rap song on their mobile phone. I crossed the street to walk on the other side of the road from the group, my phone started ringing so I stopped and pulled it out of my pocket, the group paid me little attention as I answered my phone “Hello” I answered. I frowned as there was no reply for several long seconds, then mums voice rung through the speakers “Oh hello Peter, can you please hurry up because me and your father are in a real hurry to reach the theatre in time and we don't want to leave Charlie alone, run if you have to” I told her that I would hurry home even though I had no plan of increasing my speed at all, then hung up. Just as I was slipping the phone back into my pocket, a small boy jumped out of nowhere, I half gasped half screamed as the small boy of roughly eight years old suddenly appeared in front of me, he snatched my phone and before I could do anything he had begun to run off down the street back towards the pub. I recovered after the initial fright and quickly glanced at the half dozen teenagers across the road, they had not seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. Before ei knew what I was doing I was running after the small boy, he was young and I thought I must be able to catch him up, I wish I let him take my damn phone, I whish I had just stopped and turned home, but I didn't. I kept running, I was gaining on him, I found myself laughing at the prospect of telling this story to my friends tomorrow, and the boy never glanced back but kept running. I ran for several minutes, there were very few people out, those few people in the street seemed either not to notice me or pretended not to. Soon I was only a few meters behind him, he was wearing an out of date Rangers FC football top that hung off him loosely and black trousers that bore many holes and rips. The boy suddenly turned off the main road and into a side alley, I was running so fats it took me several seconds to stop and turn into the alley, but eventually I was speeding down the alley. As soon as I had entered the alley way I knew something was amiss. It's the alley way that plagues my every dream I have now. I can still recall the putrid smell, it wasn't only made from the black garbage Click here to read the rest of this story (121 more lines)
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