Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27160083-20160307163439

Please give advice, I had gotten several good reviews on here but it was still deleted.

This changed me and my cousins life. I wish it never happened.

It started on a gloomy summer day, in mid August 2015. I was going to my little cousins birthday party, my older cousin, Chandler, was coming with too. We were going to Kidsgrove. If you never were there, you had an awful childhood. Kidsgrove was most of our young childhood. I was so excited to go back for the nostalgia.

Right once me and Chandler got there we ran out of the car and over to the main wooden playground part of kidsgrove. It was almost exactly the same as when we were kids. We explored all of the playground talking about memories we had every step we took. After climbing on the wooden playground for nearly an hour, we desided to explore the path. We walked along looking for our favorite childhood toys. But then, it caught our eye... Talking Bob.

Talking Bob was the coolest thing when we were little. To play with talking bob, you would spin the crank handle on him 6 times, say something into him, and he says it in a "funny" voice. The only difference we saw now was that it was now dedicated to Bob Saddle instead of just being named after him.

Me and my cousin Chandler ran over, not knowing what we were getting ourselves into. Chandler spun the handle 6 times. I spoke into it saying "Hello". Bob loaded for a few seconds and in a terrifying almost demonic sounding voice repeating my "Hello". Me and Chandler just assumed he was getting old and broken and that was why it sounded messed up.

Me and Chandler were trying as hard as we could to get it to say something creepy, we kept saying things like "Satan" and "Worship". All it would do was repeat us. When we were about to give up I tried one last word, "Hail". I told it the word and the answer startled both of us, instead of repeating the word "Hail" it groaned out a voice nearly yelling at us saying "Why?"

Me and Chandler were scared shitless and ran away from him as fast as we could. We went over to the swings to discuss what just happened. While we were talking we heard Bob's loading voice. We looked over at it to see if anyone was there. No one was there. Then we heard it speak, "Worship". We were scared as much as we could be at this point but still very curious.

We walked over to Talking Bob. We reached up to turn the crank when suddenly he spoke, "DON'T", he yelled. Me and Chandler screamed an ran over to where the birthday party was. We both told our parents what happened. They didn't believe us. Of course they didn't. Me and Chandler went back over, brave as we could try to be and see what was going on. We went over and spun the crank 6 times. We said "Hello" into him. But that is not what he responded. First he let out a horrible screeching voice and then said "Chandler..." we waited and then he also said my name (Which we never said to him) "Gabe...". We were frozen in shock and terror. Bob proceeded to mutter random inaudible words that were possibly in a different language.

We ran as fast as we could out of there over to the party. They told us we were just in time and that we were soon leaving. I was relieved but disappointed. Me and Chandler went in our cars and went our separate ways home, still thinking of what had just happened.

Me and Chandler didn't sleep well that night. In fact I didn't sleep until 1 am. I don't know if he slept at all. While I was in my sleep I was awoken by a terrible noise in my dream, like Talking Bob's screech. I immediately called Chandler to tell him what happened. He answered right away. He said he was about to call me. I asked why and he said he wanted to go see Talking Bob. I told him he was crazy and hung up. But I kept thinking about the idea. I eventually decided to do it. I called Chandler back. He answered right away again. He said he was at Kidsgrove and that Talking Bob wasn't there. I told him bullshit. He told me to come and look. My parents were asleep so I had time to go. I went as fast as I could out of the house and ran the whole way to Kidsgrove.

When I got there I noticed they had the fence shut. I was never a good climber but I was so full of energy I easily climbed over the fence and jumped over. I saw Chandler standing there and I ran over to him. He looked over at me. It wasn't Chandler...

This was a tall white man, probably around 30 years old. I froze in shock. The man kept staring. I screamed as loud as I could before punching the man in the face and running. I ran for a while before looking back and seeing the man was gone. I was scared shitless. I sprinted all the way over to the fence and jumped the whole thing. I kept running all the way back to my house and called Chandler. He told me not to go to Kidsgrove. I told him he was a master of the obvious and almost got me killed.

I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I stayed on my phone watching cartoons to try to get my mind off what just happened. It didn't help.

The next day finally came. I was tired and angry. I called up Chandler asking if he wanted to go to Kidsgrove. He said yes. I went and told my parents and went out on my bike to Kidsgrove. When I got there Chandler was sitting where Talking Bob used to be. I was confused on how a 100 pound metal machine concreted into the ground could just disappear. We looked around the entire park seeing where it went. Nothing. There was only a locked building left for employees only. ME and Chandler wanted in so bad but, it was locked. But do you really think a lock can stop us. After a few well placed kicks the door swung open and we went in. There was a light-switch on the wall which I turned on immediately. I looked forward again. It was Talking Bob. He was painted different and his legs which were cemented into the ground were gone. Me and Chandler went to see if he still worked. Nothing happened. But then, we heard movement in the building with us. Oh crap...

The man emerged from the rubble in the shed. Me and Chandler ran out, slamming the door behind us. We kept running and finally got into the main part of Kidsgrove. We saw a kid and his dad on the wooden playground. We told them there was a man in the shed and that they should probably leave.

The dad flipped us off and told us to get lost. If only he knew.

The man started chasing us again and we ran over to the rope, hoping he couldn't climb up. When we finally got to the top of the rope and onto the playground we looked down and he was gone. We looked around for him. After about 5 seconds after that we heard the kid and his dad screaming.

We ran over right away to where we heard the screaming and I wish we hadn't...

The man was laying there mutilated. His right eye was handing out of his head and his stomach was tore apart and there was blood everywhere. We puked at the sight of this. We looked around for the kid who was no where to be found. Then we heard running.

The man was running straight towards us. We sprinted off as fast as we could. We could hear him gaining on us. After a few seconds he was right behind us. He swung at my arm with his knife, making a huge gash in it. I nearly fell over in pain but I had to keep running. He sliced again at my other arm. He hit it hard and I got a cut on the right side of my wrist almost to the bone. I screamed in pain and couldn't keep running, so I did the next best thing. I turned around and kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach. He fell over. He had dropped the knife while falling. With all my remaining strength I picked up the knife. I then did something that I will always regret. I stabbed him in the chest, killing him.

I felt very bad at first but then I remember what he did to the dad. My cousin called 911 and it was soon over. The police showed up and took Chandler home and an ambulance came and got me.

I was in the hospital for 2 weeks, always accompanied by police asking about what had happened.

I was very relieved when I got out of the hospital and went over to look at Kidsgrove for some damned reason. I went over to Kidsgrove and to my surprise, it was padlocked. Barb wire was installed on top of the fence. There was also a sign on the door. "Closed until further notice."

I didn't care what the sign said, I was getting in to see if anything else had happened. I kicked in the lock which broke very easily. I ran in and ran over to Talking Bob, who was in his spot again. I ran over and spun the handle on him 6 times. I asked what had been going on. His response sent a shiver down my spine. "You all die sometime. You are only human. I am machine. I am immortal..." he then made the loudest screeching noise I have ever heard. So loud... to much to take. My vision was getting blurry. All I saw was black. 