Thanksgiving Scare

This is my first story on this blog! Enjoy! Oh, and please leave a comment telling me whether it stunk or if it was okay.

Ahhh… I step outside and I breathe in the freshness of the fall breeze. Thanksgiving is coming, and the environment is full of that wonderful happy feeling you get at the end of the year! I call it the Thanksgiving Air. OH! There’s also the Christmas Air, and the Birthday Air, and– Actually, let’s just get on with my tall tale.

So, I sit down on my front porch bench and just stare off into space, thinking about the seasons. But pretty soon, I return to Earth due to the goosebumps on my arm. I sniffle a bit, run inside to grab my coat, skid on the tile as I get back to the door, and hop outside again. It’s a nice morning, the sunshine is just right, and there are so many pretty colors to see. So I decide to take a short walk in the park. I carefully cross the street (even though it’s deserted), and continue on the sidewalk, passing neighborhoods, and yet some more neighborhoods…

I arrive at the park. How lovely! But instantly, I sense something is wrong… What could it be? I thought I must just be a little paranoid after all of that schoolwork and the strange feeling of always forgetting something. So I walk on. There are millions upon millions of beautiful leaves on the ground! Red! Orange! Yellow! I feel so grateful for God’s creations at that very moment. But here is where my story really begins.

I take a seat at one of the smaller picnic tables, admiring the trees and their natural wonder. But suddenly, a wind rushes in my face, covering it completely with my huge bush of black hair. Then I hear some sort of squawk, but can’t tell what it is (plus, I’m blinded). “OUCH!” I yell as I accidentally poke myself in the eye while attempting to swat my hair off. I just manage to see through the tangle of black mess, and I catch a glimpse of something pitch-black and shaped like a hand against the tallest and oldest tree in the park. Could it have been a hallucination?? I’m so scared, but I don’t want to move, in case the blob-thing comes back! So I sit there, acting like I still can’t see and swatting my hair, but secretly staring at the tree, watching for the blob-thing. THERE IT IS AGAIN! Now I’m seriously terrified. AM I GOING CRAZY?! Or is this actually REAL?

I stand up, and quickly spin around to look at all of my surroundings, not just the trees, for the first time. I realized what was wrong in a split second. The whole park was empty. Not a single living being. At all. Not even a mouse. It was like a painting. Just trees and leaves… The wind was howling like a wolf, a cloud had just covered the sun, and I almost fainted from fright. Yet, I was SO frightened that I actually dared to run. So I charge across the grass field, racing to my house for dear protection. As I pass by the chief tree, I’m certain I feel something solid brush against me. That makes me even more scared. So I sprint faster.

But that was a huge mistake. I had no idea where I was going, because my hair had gotten more tangled, and I trip! On something hard — ROCK HARD. My toe felt like it was broken, and I was laying face-down on the cold, wet, newly-sprinkled grass. And the wind was still howling, the cloud was still over the sun, and my heart was pounding like crazy.

Horrified because I knew the blob-thing must be coming at me, I tried to play dead. But the second I began doing that, I knew it was the stupidest idea EVER. So I slowly, gently, and quietly sweep the muddy hair off my face, get in a track-and-field start position while still on the ground, count 1… 2… 3… to myself until I get to 9, and then… “10!!!!” I scream, and dash all the way home. Luckily, I don’t trip again.

I scramble to grab the keys out of my pocket as soon as I reach my house’s driveway, but find they’re GONE! “WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!?!?!” I shriek at the top of my lungs. So I ring the doorbell. But then I remember my doorbell is broken. What a lucky day. I rap on the door until my knuckles almost blister and bleed, and my mom opens the door. “What happened to you?” she asked me in Vietnamese. I push past her, slam the door, and run upstairs. Immediately I undress and jump into the shower.

One long hour passes in the shower. I try not to, but I find my mind going back to the blog-thing and what it could have been. Three days later, I find an article in the morning paper talking about a LOST TURKEY found in the park, living by the oldest, biggest tree there. Hmm… Wonder what the hand-shaped, squawking blob-thing on the chief tree could have been?