Thursday, May 20, 2010

The person at the bus stop....

As the sun is beaming across the beach i am making a sand castles. The sand was wet but the sun sucked all of the water out so the sand would stay toeather. My heart was filled with joy as i skipped to the bus stop. A person with a white hokey mask was holding it with a big hokey bag. As I ask of what it was for he said it was for an action. I entered the bus. My sandles where covered with sand as i left a trail behind. As I sit on the leather transit seat I wait and doze off.

An image of this white blur was staring at a person. With a some type of wepon in the objects hand. Suddenly a red water type image splatted all over and a fain scream could be heard. I wake up in sudden amusement i was still here and also i was at the bus stop! So i walked off the bus. I strolled to my little house three blocks down from the bus stop. I enter the pavement enterance of my house and retrieved the keys from my backpack. My mom and dad where at work on a Sunday afternoon which was weird but we where saving up for a cruise. So i enter the aprentance and sit on the couch. I turn on the TV and watch Mad TV I laugh and chuckle a bit. It was suddenly 9:00pm so I microwave a little serving bow of frozen lasagna and eat it while on the couch. The door bell suddenly rang " ding- dong" I opened up the door and a door impact hit my face. I was knocked out cold... for now...

As i woke up a white blur could be seen in the living room as I open my eyes to a person wearing a white old fashioned golie mask with little holes in it. As i examine some more i see he has a macheti in his hand dripping with blood. Is i examined myself my arm has a bleeding wound.Itry to mumble and scream for help but i am parilized everywhere with a kind of herb or something as the white mask person breaths heavily on my face. I see him pull out the blade and cut. The only things that was in my mind was that that person was from the bus stop. The white mask was him.... I am dead now... what will my faimily think...

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