Haven't done this one in a while
Okay, so there's this kid. I think his name is like Rick or something. He lives with his father in a small house in the backwoods somewhere in the woodlands and has never come face to face with another person. His father will never take his boy into town with him. He tells his son that the kids in town are far too dangerous for him to play with. It's late in the evening and the kid looks over at his father on the couch. He watches him until he falls into a deep slumber, empty jack bottle in hand. He proceeds to slide out the back door unnoticed. The sun disappears as the moon begins to light the sky. As his stomach growls in ecstasy he remembers taking a bite of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before he left. Not too much, he knew he had a long way to go.
It's Halloween night and the moon is flooding the sky. The kid climbs on his bike(his only possession) and pedals away into the night. He hastily makes his way through the trees down an old path, just too narrow for a car, only leaving dust behind. The wind slowly starts to pick up. He just pedals faster, faster, faster. And out of nowhere comes this huge gust of wind. After almost losing control, he regains focus and skids to a stop. Looking around, he notices that he's never come this far. This sends a chill down his spine. He then hears this soft sort of laughter that sounds almost like his own coming from the right side of the path. As he turns his head to look, the laughter ceases to be.
The kid notices something that might be a gate covered with vines and brush. He slowly walks toward it, leaving his bike behind. The gate is jammed shut so he climbs over it without hesitation. He walks deeper and deeper into this part of the woods for there weren't many trees. He sees something up ahead, some sort of a statue piece that looks like the entry way to a cemetery. He hears more laughter only this time it's louder as if it's coming from the other side of the broken statue. Slowly, he creeps over and nervously peeks around the side. Three boys are sitting around the edge of an empty grave, their feet dangling inside.
One of the boys spots the kid and says, "Hey you over theyr, cum ere'." The kid doesn't know what else to do so he begins to make his way over. He hears a rustling in the trees and one of the other boys says, "quick, hurry up, theyr a cumin this way!" The kid takes off in a full throttle sprint. As he gets there, the rustling in the trees slowly calms into nothing. The boys were all sitting on one side of the empty grave, feet still dangling around inside. "Looks like you betta get in," said the boy who had not yet spoken. The kid climbed in without saying a word. The boys stood above him like around in a circle. The laughter came again. Only this time the kid was close enough to see the boys faces. Their faces were blank from emotion, their mouths wide shut. The boys took off running in separate directions. The laughter followed.
The kid reaches up for the edge of the hole. He can't quite reach it but he sees a large root growing through the side. After many attempts he finally manages to pull himself out. His bike is now right beside the grave. He now makes his way back toward the gate. There's no gate, just vines and brush. The kid doesn't know what to think or do so he just starts riding. Riding faster than ever before. The night is calm. The kid makes it to his house and ghost rides his bike into his father's work bench as he runs toward the front door of his house. He slams the door behind him and comes to an immediate stop, his father is sitting in the recliner waiting for him. The father turns white and stares into his sons eyes. His son asked, "what's wrong father?" The father tells him to go to the bathroom. The kid walks through the hallway, turns on the light, and walks inside. When he turns around and looks in the mirror, just bones! True story. Only different every time.
It's Halloween night and the moon is flooding the sky. The kid climbs on his bike(his only possession) and pedals away into the night. He hastily makes his way through the trees down an old path, just too narrow for a car, only leaving dust behind. The wind slowly starts to pick up. He just pedals faster, faster, faster. And out of nowhere comes this huge gust of wind. After almost losing control, he regains focus and skids to a stop. Looking around, he notices that he's never come this far. This sends a chill down his spine. He then hears this soft sort of laughter that sounds almost like his own coming from the right side of the path. As he turns his head to look, the laughter ceases to be.
The kid notices something that might be a gate covered with vines and brush. He slowly walks toward it, leaving his bike behind. The gate is jammed shut so he climbs over it without hesitation. He walks deeper and deeper into this part of the woods for there weren't many trees. He sees something up ahead, some sort of a statue piece that looks like the entry way to a cemetery. He hears more laughter only this time it's louder as if it's coming from the other side of the broken statue. Slowly, he creeps over and nervously peeks around the side. Three boys are sitting around the edge of an empty grave, their feet dangling inside.
One of the boys spots the kid and says, "Hey you over theyr, cum ere'." The kid doesn't know what else to do so he begins to make his way over. He hears a rustling in the trees and one of the other boys says, "quick, hurry up, theyr a cumin this way!" The kid takes off in a full throttle sprint. As he gets there, the rustling in the trees slowly calms into nothing. The boys were all sitting on one side of the empty grave, feet still dangling around inside. "Looks like you betta get in," said the boy who had not yet spoken. The kid climbed in without saying a word. The boys stood above him like around in a circle. The laughter came again. Only this time the kid was close enough to see the boys faces. Their faces were blank from emotion, their mouths wide shut. The boys took off running in separate directions. The laughter followed.
The kid reaches up for the edge of the hole. He can't quite reach it but he sees a large root growing through the side. After many attempts he finally manages to pull himself out. His bike is now right beside the grave. He now makes his way back toward the gate. There's no gate, just vines and brush. The kid doesn't know what to think or do so he just starts riding. Riding faster than ever before. The night is calm. The kid makes it to his house and ghost rides his bike into his father's work bench as he runs toward the front door of his house. He slams the door behind him and comes to an immediate stop, his father is sitting in the recliner waiting for him. The father turns white and stares into his sons eyes. His son asked, "what's wrong father?" The father tells him to go to the bathroom. The kid walks through the hallway, turns on the light, and walks inside. When he turns around and looks in the mirror, just bones! True story. Only different every time.