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“and the hook handed psycho escaped and was never seen again.....” Kelly finished, ending the twelfth horror story we had told so far. It seemed that was all we could do. You see, we had been driving around for about three hours out in the middle of nowhere. We were on the way home from a basketball game in Berwick and our bus driver had gotten lost. Many of the girls had gotten picked up so there was only five of us, our coach, and the driver on the bus. We were in the woods and it didn't seem like there was any civilization for miles and we were rapidly loosing fuel.
“Oh my God!!” Stacie yelled, “we are going to die out here!” Stacie was really stuck up and a drama queen. No one on our team really liked her and when she said something no one ever really took what she said seriously. We all laughed at how unreasonable she was being and went e minutes later the whole bus gasped and shuddered, then slowly coasted to a stop. The bus driver got out to see what was wrong
“stupid”, Michelle said,”we're just our of gas, get a brain and look at the gage.” We all laughed until we heard the bus drivers terrified voice
“Wait, who are you?!”Silence, “What are you doing?! Wait, no, no!” There was a horrible crunching sound, a gurgling noise, you could hear something hit the pavement, then silence. We all knew what had just happened, someone had killed our bus driver, this couldn't be happening. This was just like something in a horror movie. We all looked at each other, horrified. We sat in silence, too stunned to speak. Then we heard the scraping of metal on glass. It started at the back of the bus where we were, we could see the crack on the glass growing, following the sound. It was coming closer to my window, I heard myself whimper in fear, I looked out the window and saw darkness, the crack was coming closer, and second now I would see what was making this happen. The seconds felt like hours as slowly but surely the screeching sound came towards where I sat. Finally it happened, and I looked out the window to see a tall, lanky figure in dark clothing with a gaunt pale face that looked as if it was frozen in a state of extreme pain. The face looked as if it was floating in the darkness adding to the gut wrenching horror of it all. The figure had their arm up to the window and it seemed as if they were dragging a knife across the pane. He looked up and our eyes met, he stood there and then slowly his face curled into a menacing smile as he held up his hand.....Or what should have been his hand. In the place where it should have been there was a large metal hook, I looked down at it and then back up to his face. But he was gone. I heard footsteps headed towards the front of the bus.
“The door!” I shouted, “He's going to try to come in!” I was in a state of shock and sheer terror at the same time, which is not a good thing when you need to act quickly. Nobody knew what I was talking about, no one else had seen it, him, whatever was making all this happen. I ran towards the front of the bus, but I tripped getting out of my seat, I hit the floor and jumped up instantly knowing there was no time to waste. When I was about halfway there the door started shaking, there was someone on the outside that wanted to get in. I bolted up the rest of the aisle and threw all my weight against the doors. He wasn't getting in. Finally everyone realized what was happening and grabbed all their bags to barricade the door.
We were all standing there wondering what to do when we heard a voice coming from the radio
“This is Chuck Morringston with breaking news, a convict has escaped the high security prison in the Berwick area. He is highly dangerous and is considered deadly. We do not know the convicts identity but do know that he has a metal hook as his left hand, he is tall and had rough features. If you know anything about this mans whereabouts please call the police immediately.”
Our coach took out his cell phone immediately and tried to call 911, but after punching in the numbers he put the phone to his ear and his face turned to a feeling of relief to one of dread. There wasn't any signal.
At that moment all our hopes died, there was no way we were going to survive. And it was at that exact moment that for once in her life Stacie did something that was right. She sat down in the drivers seat and looked down, then she saw the radio. “Oh, well lets listen to some music.” She said and spun the dial around but all there was was static. “Darn it! What is with this little speaker thing anyway? Its like detachable or something.” I wanted to laugh at her stupidity but the situation was too grim, “thats a two way radio stupid, the bus drivers use it to contact people.” And it was at that exact moment that I realized how we were going to get out of this. My coach grabbed the “speaker” out of Stacie's hand. “This is B4, B4 in need of immediate help!” there was static at the other end and then a voice came through. “Whats wrong?” the voice asked us. “you know the hook handed murderer that just escaped the prison? Well we didn't find him. He found us. And we need help. Now!” Our coach answered with determination in his voice.
“Alright alright don't have a cow, I'll alert the authorities and they'll come get you.” The person on the other line answered. “The buses all have GPS systems in them so we'll be able to pinpoint your location. Please wait calmly inside the vehicle until the police arrive.” As if we were going to go try and fight this weirdo ourselves, it didn't matter though, we were saved. If they came in time that is.
We were all now clustered up in the front of the bus trying to calm down when I realized, the doors weren't shaking anymore. He had stopped trying to get in. This really calmed me down, he had given up and we had nothing to worry about. Or thats what I though until i heard the knocking on the back window. I whipped around to see him standing there, head tilted to the side with that same menacing grin on his face, like he knew something we didn't. His eyes were shining and looked like that of a cartoon character, bulging slightly out of their sockets, making them seem huger and more ghastly.
Then there were blue lights flashing behind him. Wait. Blue lights? Then we heard sirens, we we're saved! I looked back to the man standing behind the bus. He cocked his head and listened, then without changing the look on his face he turned and walked away into the woods surrounding us. The police cars came into view and surrounded the bus. We all got off and told them our story, it sounded totally unbelievable, but there was the bus drivers body and the cracked windows to prove it.
We all loaded into police cars and started to drive away, I looked back to see a tall, dark lanky figure standing in the middle of the road, waving a hook at the receding cars, Laughing hysterically. A gust of wind blew a wave of sand in front of him and in an instant, he was gone.
“and the hook handed psycho escaped and was never seen again.....” Kelly finished, ending the twelfth horror story we had told so far. It seemed that was all we could do. You see, we had been driving around for about three hours out in the middle of nowhere. We were on the way home from a basketball game in Berwick and our bus driver had gotten lost. Many of the girls had gotten picked up so there was only five of us, our coach, and the driver on the bus. We were in the woods and it didn't seem like there was any civilization for miles and we were rapidly loosing fuel.
“Oh my God!!” Stacie yelled, “we are going to die out here!” Stacie was really stuck up and a drama queen. No one on our team really liked her and when she said something no one ever really took what she said seriously. We all laughed at how unreasonable she was being and went e minutes later the whole bus gasped and shuddered, then slowly coasted to a stop. The bus driver got out to see what was wrong
“stupid”, Michelle said,”we're just our of gas, get a brain and look at the gage.” We all laughed until we heard the bus drivers terrified voice
“Wait, who are you?!”Silence, “What are you doing?! Wait, no, no!” There was a horrible crunching sound, a gurgling noise, you could hear something hit the pavement, then silence. We all knew what had just happened, someone had killed our bus driver, this couldn't be happening. This was just like something in a horror movie. We all looked at each other, horrified. We sat in silence, too stunned to speak. Then we heard the scraping of metal on glass. It started at the back of the bus where we were, we could see the crack on the glass growing, following the sound. It was coming closer to my window, I heard myself whimper in fear, I looked out the window and saw darkness, the crack was coming closer, and second now I would see what was making this happen. The seconds felt like hours as slowly but surely the screeching sound came towards where I sat. Finally it happened, and I looked out the window to see a tall, lanky figure in dark clothing with a gaunt pale face that looked as if it was frozen in a state of extreme pain. The face looked as if it was floating in the darkness adding to the gut wrenching horror of it all. The figure had their arm up to the window and it seemed as if they were dragging a knife across the pane. He looked up and our eyes met, he stood there and then slowly his face curled into a menacing smile as he held up his hand.....Or what should have been his hand. In the place where it should have been there was a large metal hook, I looked down at it and then back up to his face. But he was gone. I heard footsteps headed towards the front of the bus.
“The door!” I shouted, “He's going to try to come in!” I was in a state of shock and sheer terror at the same time, which is not a good thing when you need to act quickly. Nobody knew what I was talking about, no one else had seen it, him, whatever was making all this happen. I ran towards the front of the bus, but I tripped getting out of my seat, I hit the floor and jumped up instantly knowing there was no time to waste. When I was about halfway there the door started shaking, there was someone on the outside that wanted to get in. I bolted up the rest of the aisle and threw all my weight against the doors. He wasn't getting in. Finally everyone realized what was happening and grabbed all their bags to barricade the door.
We were all standing there wondering what to do when we heard a voice coming from the radio
“This is Chuck Morringston with breaking news, a convict has escaped the high security prison in the Berwick area. He is highly dangerous and is considered deadly. We do not know the convicts identity but do know that he has a metal hook as his left hand, he is tall and had rough features. If you know anything about this mans whereabouts please call the police immediately.”
Our coach took out his cell phone immediately and tried to call 911, but after punching in the numbers he put the phone to his ear and his face turned to a feeling of relief to one of dread. There wasn't any signal.
At that moment all our hopes died, there was no way we were going to survive. And it was at that exact moment that for once in her life Stacie did something that was right. She sat down in the drivers seat and looked down, then she saw the radio. “Oh, well lets listen to some music.” She said and spun the dial around but all there was was static. “Darn it! What is with this little speaker thing anyway? Its like detachable or something.” I wanted to laugh at her stupidity but the situation was too grim, “thats a two way radio stupid, the bus drivers use it to contact people.” And it was at that exact moment that I realized how we were going to get out of this. My coach grabbed the “speaker” out of Stacie's hand. “This is B4, B4 in need of immediate help!” there was static at the other end and then a voice came through. “Whats wrong?” the voice asked us. “you know the hook handed murderer that just escaped the prison? Well we didn't find him. He found us. And we need help. Now!” Our coach answered with determination in his voice.
“Alright alright don't have a cow, I'll alert the authorities and they'll come get you.” The person on the other line answered. “The buses all have GPS systems in them so we'll be able to pinpoint your location. Please wait calmly inside the vehicle until the police arrive.” As if we were going to go try and fight this weirdo ourselves, it didn't matter though, we were saved. If they came in time that is.
We were all now clustered up in the front of the bus trying to calm down when I realized, the doors weren't shaking anymore. He had stopped trying to get in. This really calmed me down, he had given up and we had nothing to worry about. Or thats what I though until i heard the knocking on the back window. I whipped around to see him standing there, head tilted to the side with that same menacing grin on his face, like he knew something we didn't. His eyes were shining and looked like that of a cartoon character, bulging slightly out of their sockets, making them seem huger and more ghastly.
Then there were blue lights flashing behind him. Wait. Blue lights? Then we heard sirens, we we're saved! I looked back to the man standing behind the bus. He cocked his head and listened, then without changing the look on his face he turned and walked away into the woods surrounding us. The police cars came into view and surrounded the bus. We all got off and told them our story, it sounded totally unbelievable, but there was the bus drivers body and the cracked windows to prove it.
We all loaded into police cars and started to drive away, I looked back to see a tall, dark lanky figure standing in the middle of the road, waving a hook at the receding cars, Laughing hysterically. A gust of wind blew a wave of sand in front of him and in an instant, he was gone.