Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25388936-20140906001103

I live in a small town called Barrow In Furness, I live in a small two bedroom house with my father. My mother and father broke up due to my mother cheating on my father, I had started my new school, I wasn't too enthusiastic about it though since I knew nobody there, and I didn't know the route to and from school, but this isn't about who I am, or how my parents broke up, this is about, the bus i took to school and back and how it changed me. I would usually just walk to school but, as I explained before, we had recently moved house to the outskirts of the town, my old house was far to old and run down for us to stay there, I did miss it, but the new setting was a welcome change. After a pretty crappy day at school, you know, freshman initiation, I was taking the bus home when I saw at the stop, a senile man, just standing there, I thought this was pretty creepy, but mabye he's just confused I went home, sat around for a while just watching whatever was on TV at the time and passed out on the sofa, my dad came home later on, woke me up and told me to get to bed. The next day, he was there again, he came on the bus this time, he sat at the back, I felt a chill run up my spine when he came past me, and as i looked behind me and looked at him, i swore i had seen him before, no, it's probably just my imagination, I thought, when I got home, I switched on the news, John Hurst has recently been released from prison after 40 years of jailtime, he- The power went, great, just what I needed after today. The day after, I settled in to my school, kind of, made some friends and got on with class, I hesitated getting on the bus, I don't know why, but i just got this feeling, this, unnatural urge to turn and run, I sat down on the bus, I sat down next to an elderly lady called edna, she was nice and even offered me some candy, I refused though, I wasn't really in the mood for candy, besides, I had some chicken wings waiting for me at home, the man, come on the bus again,but this time, he sat on the seats across from me, for the whole ride home I felt nothing but dread, I even got off two stops earlier than I should have, when I got off the bus this time I walked faster than I normally would, mainly because my friend was online that day, he lived across town and I wasn't sure of his schedule since he had finished school recently and was working part time, but also because I felt like someone was following me. I got home, ate my wings and went straight upstairs to talk to my friend, I told him about what had happened the past few days, he said I was being paranoid, he was probably right, I thought, I woke up late for school, I had to run to catch the bus and barley made it, I would have told my new friends, but i didn't think we knew eachother enough for me to tell them. So, as I usually did, I got on the bus and sat on a set of empty seats, that was the worst decision i ever made, he was there at his usual stop, he sat next to me, I was paralyzed with fear, I couldn't move, I could see his face clearly now, he had two warts on his face, one on his lip and one near his eye, he had horrible gray hair that was falling out, it was dirty, disgusting and greasy, he leaned close to me and whispered, Daniel, I missed you, I knew I would find you. His voice was raspy and dry, his breath smelled like a dead rat and week old milk, I got off 4 stops before I should have, I bolted home, faster than I knew I could, I ran upstairs, closed my windows, locked my door and got under my covers and stayed there the rest of the day, my dad called me to come down to dinner, but I said, I'm feeling sick, after a few days of skipping school, I decided to search the one that got away on google, it was mostly just failed bands and horrible pop songs, but after a while I found something, a news article, Daniel Dawson the one that got away, I looked at it, frozen in fear, I read on though, after 4 years the search for the child kidnapper John Hurst is over, he was found screaming in a back alley for one of his victims, WHERE IS HE, WHERE IS MY DANIEL??? when he was found he was tackled and arrested, the words he said before he was put in jail were, I WILL FIND YOU DANIEL, I SWEAR IT!!!! The victim had whacked his head on the floor when he fell and he had amnesia. I asked my father about this and he went pale as a ghost, he said, you can't belive what you hear on the internet son, it's just made up, Then I asked him why he spent so much time in the basement, he replied saying it's just work stuff, trust me, I then searched John Hurst on Google images, i found a picture of my father... 