Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27565343-20160108074931

I wrote this story, but it got deleted.

I really have to tell you guys something, even if it sounds fake or too weird for you to believe it. It has been too long on my mind for now and maybe telling it online will help me a little bit with forgetting the whole thing. Not that I will forget it, I have no idea how. Please, don't go away, just read my story, that's all I need.

This actually happened last summer and like almost every year we went to France for the holidays to visit my grandparents, who are living far in the south. It is a long ride, but most times we go to it in one long day. This time my parents wanted to have a break and to sleep in a hotel for once. They didn't search for one already when we were back home, but just got the idea to drive around a bit and to see if we could find something. Not their smartest idea. We have driven trough a couple of villages, stopping by hotels and trying to check in, only to discover that they didn't have any room left. Well, be fair, it were only three hotels and not really big buildings, so no big deal. We drove further, my parents being a little bit itchy about the whole situation. I was feeling tired from the whole ride sitting on the pretty hard seat and my legsel were sleeping as well, feeling like stone hanging on my body. So, I was done with it. We were on a countryroad when I saw a new board. I can't speak or read any French, so I told my dad about it. He drove back to see it as well and, just like I was thinking, saying it was a placename. It was pretty close from where we were, so dad turned the car and took the road. It was not the best road to drive on, however it started being much better on the end of it, when we were approaching the village. It was pretty modern and more like a city. It was a lively place with all kind of people flocking the street. Pretty crowded. Pretty suprised by it, we just started to look for another hotel again, being sure that it would be full again. We found one, small and a much older building than the others. With a little bit of courage my mother went to it. She came back with good news, we finally found ourselves a room.

It was in the evening already, but it was still light. After helping my parents as good as I could, I could go to check out the village. So I did that, since the hotel was bit of a bummer. Since I didn't like being alround other people, I went downstream the village, coming to an end of it. There was a small road, overgrown with weed, it was surely not used for a really long time. So, I walked it. Also because there was a board. I reconized the word on the board, it was exact the same placename from the village. There was a village as well here. Small, old and dirty looking. Abadoned. It gave me the creeps and I wanted to go back, if a figure didn't attract my attention. An old man sitting on a rusty bench, with his German Shepherd next to him. I went to him and he greeted me in French ofcourse. I started to talk English, to show him I didn't know his language. He talked back in English. I asked him what the deal was with the two villages here. His answers were vague, like he didn't want to tell me those things. "They wanted a new home" he said, looking angry. "So they all went the other side and left me behind".

"Why" I asked

He looked at me with a stupid smile and chuckled.

"Because they don't want me there". His voice was awful deep and I thought I heard an echo in it. The dog looked to me with big eyes, then he showed me his teeth. Both were grinning at me. I was done and ran away from them. I ran the whole road back to the other town. Right there my father called, asking where I was. I told him I was coming, but didn't tell him what happened. Not in the hotel as well. Next day we checked out in the morning and started to go on with the journey. Right as we were driving slowing trough the busy traffic, I saw him. He looked at me, while his dog was eating something. I quickly looked the other way, only to see worse. People who had suddenly blood on their clothes and pale skin colors. Childeren with bloody clothes who stopped playing and looking in fear to something of someone. It was the man they were looking at I realized. I looked back at him, he was still close to the driving car, like he was following us. Only now he had a rope hanging around his neck, from which the end was broken and dangling above the ground. He looked down as well, like his neck was broken. His dog was so skinny that you almost literaly could see his bones trough his pelt. I could hear him whining. That was when I ducked and hid my head between my arms and I didn't look up again until I was sure we were far away enough. When my parents asked what the I really have to tell you guys something, even if it sounds fake or too weird for you to believe it. It has been too long on my mind for now and maybe telling it online will help me a little bit with forgetting the whole thing. Not that I will forget it, I have no idea how. Please, don't go away, just read my story, that's all I need.

This actually happened last summer and like almost every year we went to France for the holidays to visit my grandparents, who are living far in the south. It is a long ride, but most times we go to it in one long day. This time my parents wanted to have a break and to sleep in a hotel for once. They didn't search for one already when we were back home, but just got the idea to drive around a bit and to see if we could find something. Not their smartest idea. We have driven trough a couple of villages, stopping by hotels and trying to check in, only to discover that they didn't have any room left. Well, be fair, it were only three hotels and not really big buildings, so no big deal. We drove further, my parents being a little bit itchy about the whole situation. I was feeling tired from the whole ride sitting on the pretty hard seat and my legsel were sleeping as well, feeling like stone hanging on my body. So, I was done with it. We were on a countryroad when I saw a new board. I can't speak or read any French, so I told my dad about it. He drove back to see it as well and, just like I was thinking, saying it was a placename. It was pretty close from where we were, so dad turned the car and took the road. It was not the best road to drive on, however it started being much better on the end of it, when we were approaching the village. It was pretty modern and more like a city. It was a lively place with all kind of people flocking the street. Pretty crowded. Pretty suprised by it, we just started to look for another hotel again, being sure that it would be full again. We found one, small and a much older building than the others. With a little bit of courage my mother went to it. She came back with good news, we finally found ourselves a room.

It was in the evening already, but it was still light. After helping my parents as good as I could, I could go to check out the village. So I did that, since the hotel was bit of a bummer. Since I didn't like being alround other people, I went downstream the village, coming to an end of it. There was a small road, overgrown with weed, it was surely not used for a really long time. So, I walked it. Also because there was a board. I reconized the word on the board, it was exact the same placename from the village. There was a village as well here. Small, old and dirty looking. Abadoned. It gave me the creeps and I wanted to go back, if a figure didn't attract my attention. An old man sitting on a rusty bench, with his German Shepherd next to him. I went to him and he greeted me in French ofcourse. I started to talk English, to show him I didn't know his language. He talked back in English. I asked him what the deal was with the two villages here. His answers were vague, like he didn't want to tell me those things. "They wanted a new home" he said, looking angry. "So they all went the other side and left me behind".

"Why" I asked

He looked at me with a stupid smile and chuckled.

 "Because they don't want me there". His voice was awful deep and I thought I heard an echo in it. The dog looked to me with big eyes, then he showed me his teeth. Both were grinning at me. I was done and ran away from them. I ran the whole road back to the other town. Right there my father called, asking where I was. I told him I was coming, but didn't tell him what happened. Not in the hotel as well. Next day we checked out in the morning and started to go on with the journey. Right as we were driving slowing trough the busy traffic, I saw him. He looked at me, while his dog was eating something. I quickly looked the other way, only to see worse. People who had suddenly blood on their clothes and pale skin colors. Childeren with bloody clothes who stopped playing and looking in fear to something of someone. It was the man they were looking at I realized. I looked back at him, he was still close to the driving car, like he was following us. Only now he had a rope hanging around his neck, from which the end was broken and dangling above the ground. He looked down as well, like his neck was broken. His dog was so skinny that you almost literaly could see his bones trough his pelt. I could hear him whining. That was when I ducked and hid my head between my arms and I didn't look up again until I was sure we were far away enough. When my parents asked what the matter was, I told them there was nothing and I just had a headache, afraid of telling them the truth would make us to go back and me to see that there is nothing wrong. No, I never want to go back to that place. matter was, I told them there was nothing and I just had a headache, afraid of telling them the truth would make us to go back and me to see that there is nothing wrong. No, I never want to go back to that place.  