Mr. Trenchfoot

I know the topic of scary or rather disturbing stories from our childhoods are outdated and further more considered cliche, but I thought you might like this one. This one was from my high school years. I wasn't always rebellious, in fact, I was more of a goody two shoe. I wasn't what you would call an "angel of a child", but I was still keeping up appearances, had good grades, was disciplined enough, and I had pretty keen manners. I hung out with this delinquent, Cody. He was a dick, I mean a HUGE dick. Nobody really did like him but he was quite wealthy and while his parents where away he would throw huge parties that half of the 10th grade students from my high school would go to.

I was always invited to these, but he always started the parties at awkward times at night like midnight, six in the morning and stuff like that. His last party that he had ever thrown started at three in the morning, and my parents would immediately decline, so I didn't even bother asking. I know it wasn't of my nature, and now that I look back it was a fucking stupid choice, but I decided I would sneak out. My dad stayed up till one every night and never emerged from his bedroom until the following afternoon and my mom always slept till noon, using "I need my beauty sleep" as an excuse.

Time came, it was the night of the party, it was about one-thirtyish, and my dad had already stumbled into his bedroom and was snoring at this point. I slowly twisted the handle of my door to reveal the inky blackness of the hallways. Now would be the perfect time to escape, if not now, never, he lived pretty far away, it would take at least an hour to get there by foot and he wanted me to arrive early to help set up. I softly closed my door and lightly paced towards our sliding glass door. I opened it so slowly it must have been a minute before there was an opening big enough for me to squeeze through. Once I was through I took no risk and took another minute to close it again. I was outside, and the moon illuminated the ground quite well.

I lived in the desert area and the risk of coyotes was high, especially for a bright, full-moon like this one, but I had a pocket knife to defend myself. Also I had a means of defense, which was a spray on antiperspirant and a lighter, which people use as a makeshift flamethrower to scare the coyotes away. I climbed over my chain-link fence and fell onto the earth of the path that lead on the side of the ditch below. I took no risk of encountering any muggers or shady people on the path, and slid down into the ditch below.

The terrain was rugged and difficult to navigate. I had to dodge tall brush and jump over eroded crevasses in the earth. I checked my watch, it was around two-fifteen and I knew I must be close, because I saw a familiar house that I always pass by while walking on the sidewalk to get to Cody's house. Only a couple more blocks and I would have made it. The terrain had gotten surprisingly less jagged and smoother after a couple minutes, and besides the empty beer bottles and cardboard boxes that littered the ground, something else caught me eye.

There was a brown torn tarp that had a large, and when I say large I mean it, a large lump in the middle. I stopped for a moment and observed it, before my curiosity managed to claw it's way through and I slowly approached it. I touched it softy, just then, something enormous bursted out in a low pitched wild scream of fright. I was knocked back on my ass and I was frozen in fear as a noticed a tall figure emerge from among the dirt. It was a bear like creature, that wore a dark brown trench coat and light brown pants, that seemed to resemble sweat pants. He had loafers on, they seemed like size 29? I know I'm exaggerating but it was honestly inhuman. The bear like creature stood up, he was tall, he must of been like seven feet tall, and that even might be an understatement. Long white hair protruded from every visible inch of body there was, almost like an animal. It's glossy eyes met mine and I was ready to run. I managed to stutter out a few words.

"Wh- " I stopped, examining the creature once more. "What are you?" The figure looked at me again and let out a loud hardy chuckle. He wiped a few tears of joy from under his eyes and gave me a smile.

"Why my boy, I am Mr. Trenchfoot." He said, still grinning at me. His tone was nothing short of friendly and that was the only thing stopping me from making a mad fucking dash back to my house. He gave me a puzzled look and asked, "Do you by any chance know the date?" I thought he was joking at first and I laughed at bit, then I saw his serious expression. I stuttered again but managed to collect myself.

"It's June, June 7th" I said. He looked shocked, or rather intrigued. He looked at me again and my eyes met his once more.

"My my I have been asleep quite long, it was November last time I was awake." He said, still sounding jovial. "Now tell me, what have I missed?" We engaged into a conversation, and it lasted a good fifteen minutes. We spoke about politics, the news on celebrities and stuff like that. I told him about school and how I was part of the track team. We spoke for a while I looked down at my watch and noticed the time, I had about sixteen minutes to get there and help him set up. I sat up from the rock on which I previously rested.

"I have to get going." I said. Mr. Trenchfoot stood up and wiped dirt off his coat and coughed before speaking. He walked towards a pipe, or rather a flood drain.

"Follow me, " He said, entering it. "I need to show you something." He crawled farther into the pipe and soon he was enveloped in darkness. I dared not enter and stood there for a while. He turned, and the only reason I knew that is because the little bit of moon light illuminated his eyes, just as it would a dog's or a cat's. I stepped back a bit, a little frightened, and reminded him I had to go.

"Come here... " He said softly. He repeated, with each time he got more angered and menacing. "Come here. Come here! COME HERE!" He inched forward, just enough so I could see him fully. Long black claws protruded from his fingers. He clawed the sides as he repeated, "COME HERE, NOW. COME HERE, NOW!" I ran as fast as could up the slope. Not daring to look back at him. However I did manage to look back once, he was standing there, too far to catch me at this point, staring at me, with his glossy eyes.

I ran so fast, and climbed over my fence, this time not cautious of not making any noise and I ran inside, shaken up and frightened. My dad heard my heavy breathing and must have thought that I was having a panic attack, which I was, and rushed to my aid. I explained something had tried to attack me and he called the police without hesitation. I explained to the police where it happened and who I saw.

They took no time to rush to the area and scanned it, no tarp of Mr. Trenchfoot in site. I was there, my mom and dad holding me at a safe distance. I pointed towards the pipe which he tried to lure me in, and the chief motioned several armed men in. They didn't find him however, and they still haven't to this day.

That was my story, creepy right? Ya well things have been the same, well I got grounded for a couple weeks, but they let me off because they were glad I was safe. So I guess you could say this had a happy ending, I guess for me at least. I still haven't told you the best part, you know how I said they didn't find him? Well when they kicked open a grate they entered a concrete room, no bigger than a walk-in closet. Again they didn't find Mr. Trenchfoot in there. How ever they did find something.

They found Mr. Trenchfoot's tarp in there, still dusty as ever. In the corner of the room, was a pile of bloody, torn, clothes. Not much bigger than the clothes I had been wearing.

Written By MacaroniArtZombeh