Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-6858788-20140815161245

''When I first joined this wiki, I was 11. Of course, I was blocked. But before I was blocked, I wrote this story. I knew that my lack of vocabulary at that age would make this story suck, but now that I'm unblocked, and now that this has a writers' workshop, I will repost the story.''

The School - 7:00 A.M.
Morning. Finally. I'd had an awful dream last night. When I woke up, I showered, had some waffles, and biked to school. When I got there, my best friend, Nathaniel Jacques, elbowed me, trying to get my attention.

"Yo, Ben," he said.

"Oh, hey, Nathe," I replied. "What's up?"

Nathe smiled from ear to ear. "Guess what?"

"What?" I asked.

"I saw a few pieces of evidence of some creepy-ass monsters from my friends in second period. I wrote it down, too," He said.

I groaned; I personally thought that monsters were a bunch of shit. I was the kind of person who has to see it to believe it. "Monsters again, eh, Nathe?" I shook my head. "You need to grow up, bro. This isn't kindergarten."

Nathe sighed. "We'll find one soon! I promise you!"

All throughout first period, he went on and on and on about this plan of his. He told me about the infamous Safe Haven Basement Monster, or, Shib'm for short. According to Nathe, there was a padlocked door in the teachers lounge. He said that it led down to the basement, and that no one ever used it.

He had scrounged up a few of his other friends, who were as monster-obsessed as he was, to capture, or find evidence of, Shib'm. Just for the fuck of it, I decided to play along. I had known Nathe for a long time, and he was probably going to end up getting himself--and his "Monster Hunters"--killed. They wasted their allowances on flashlights, "monster gear," and pocket knives to protect themselves. Ugh.

Meet the Team
Nathe decided to introduce me to his little team. I talk to them ever so often during lunch, but you can't really call me their friends.

Ever since a childhood experience with Jeff The Killer--total BS, if you ask me--Christian Penn had researched the paranormal. He was the oldest and smartest out of all of us, but I still couldn't get over the fact that he actually believed in all this monster shit.

Despite her nerdy appearance--and yet, being the weirdo I am, I still think she's totally hot--we had all seen Marisson Moore fighting. She was new to the school, and had already earned the nickname Newmary, but we all knew not to fuck with her. I think she just came along to beat up the monster.

Then there's Nathaniel Jacques, my best friend. We go way back, and this idiot had believed in monsters since ever. I didn't really know what he had hoped to accomplish by taking down this monster, because everyone around town thought he was insane, especially when you considered his taste in movies (If you can call those old shitpiles movies).

Last but not least, there's me. Benjamin Gahr, fifteen years old, and possibly the only one in the group who knew that there was no way we would actually find this monster they were looking for. Because monsters AREN'T REAL. This Shib'm shit is just that, and I intended to prove it.

The Basement - 6:30 P.M.
It was nearly 3 hours after almost all students were dismissed from school. Chris, Newmaary, Nathe and I had come to school, all set, and found to our surprise that the lights were still on. So, we pretty much didn't need the flashlights for now.

Newmary asked me, "So, what do you think we'll all do once we find the monster?"

I laughed quietly. "There's no monster," I said to her, making her shake her head at me.

We visited the teacher's lounge, after waiting for the teachers to finally get their lazy asses out of there. Newmary--who was steadily growing hotter over the course of the night--had to pick the lock, but when we all stepped inside, there was no sign of any padlocked doors of any kind. I narrowed my eyes and looked at Nathe.

"Are you seriously fucking kidding me?" I asked him.

Before Nathe could say anything, Chris told us that the padlocked door wasn't in plain sight and that it was hidden. How the hell could he know that? Newmary smirked at me and we did a quick search, checking every nook and cranny. Unluckily for me, we found both the key and the door behind the fridge.

We opened it and everyone started climbing down. Newmary was right behind me, and I gulped when I saw the harsh darkness below. I might not have been stupid enough to believe in monsters, but I was scared of the dark.

This is it.

The Monster
We had been walking around in the basement for, I kid you not, at least two hours, and there was no sign of any monsters. I wasn't quite ready to call in the "I told you so," because walking around in the basement with flashlights was actually more fun than I would have thought, but I was starting to get hungry. Newmary, who was walking right in front of me, went still and I ran into her, mumbling an apology. "Did you hear that?" She whispered to us.

This would be the part of the film where the monster attacks them from behind. Ha, no. Because there is no monster. "Oh, it's just the wind," I joked, earning a laugh from everyone but Nathe, who hadn't said a word in a while.

I moved forwards, determined not to show fear, and took the lead with Chris, who seemed fearless as a lion. We kept on walking for a little while, chills running down my spine, and I kept hearing a scratching noise. However, I figured it was only my subconscious trying to tell me to get out of the basement, so I ignored it.

Then, I swear to God, I thought I saw something move in the light of my flashlight. I was paralyzed with fear, because what I had seen wasn't small, but I assured myself that monsters weren't real, and that it had been a trick of the light. Nathe ran into me, the toe of his shoe scraping at my heel, and groaned.

"Get a fucking move on, Ben," Nathe said to me.

I moved on, shaking my head. Trick of the light, trick of the light, trick of the light. I saw it move again, out of the corner of my eye, and this time, I heard growling.

I.

Wanted.

To.

Scream.

I was a scaredy-cat, man. I was a fucking scaredy cat. There's just a stray dog down here, I assured myself, yeah, a stray dog that's so tall it hits the ceiling.... I knocked the side of my skull to knock those thoughts out, and shot the flashlight in the direction of the movement.

Then I heard Chris yelping in pain and I turned my flashlight over to where the sound came from.'' "Fight him!" ''I said to everyone. My friends and I (except Chris) jumped the monster and I managed to get one shot of him/it. Then, it was gone. Everyone wanted to get the hell out of there at that moment. I, for one, agreed.

The Aftermath
"And Chris got a scar on his face!" I said, concluding the story I was telling my family in our camping trip. "There you go with these stories again," my dad said. I groaned, insisting it was true. Even though I now know monsters exist, I treat the previous experience with Newmary, Nathe, Chris and I as just some story.

Let's hope we aren't the protagonists of another "story." 