Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25266391-20140825220929

I used to live in a house that was neighbor to very few others. I had a friend, who I'll call Daniel, that lived about a five-minute walk away. I would often go to his house to spend the night and joke around, and vice versa.



One night, Daniel had the great idea of going out into the foggy woods behind my backyard. Being a fifteen-year old, I agreed. The idea didn't scare me, as we had done this quite a bit before, and the woods my backyard was bordered with woods that were supposedly haunted by many suicidal ghosts. I just loved haunted places, so I agreed.



We got a few bits of leftover food, and snuck out after my parents went to bed. My backyard had a fence around it, but the fence was three feet high, and only there to keep my dog from getting out. We jumped the fence and went into the woods. We stayed out the for about an hour before the excitement wore off.



Daniel suggested for us to go back to my house, as we stayed in one area around ten minutes away from my house, trying to make out creepy shapes from the trees that were on the border of the fog, in an attempt to scare each other, which wasn't as fun after an hour as it was at the start.



Right then, we heard a loud bang, and then a soft crunch, like the sound of leaves being crushed. Daniel rushed away, back toward my house. I followed him, and as we were running, we heard a loud, "GET OUT!", which was followed by the sound of a gun being shot, and the thunk of something hitting a tree.



We must have ran for ten minutes before Daniel tripped and fell. The fog had obscured my vision, and I had turned around only to see fog blocking me from seeing Daniel. I ran to where I heard Daniel gasping and wincing, and I couldn't find him at all. That is, until I heard a scream, followed by the sound of a knife piercing flesh, and a terrible, gruesome series of cuts. I found Daniel on the ground, his stomach and chest cut open. I could see his heart beating, and, thankfully, Daniel was knocked out. He obviously wasn't feeling any pain at the time. The feeling that I was being chased was gone, so I called 911 and brought Daniel to my backyard by carrying him on my shoulder.



As the ambulance came, I just then had gotten to my house. The driver jumped out and rushingly helped me carry Daniel to the ambulance.



I had been visiting Daniel every time I could, up until the surgeons had finally gotten Daniel's stomach amputated.



<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">That was the last time I saw Daniel, and then I got an email from Anonymous, saying, "GET OUT!".I used to live in a house that was neighbor to very few others. I had a friend, who I'll call Daniel, that lived about a five-minute walk away. I would often go to his house to spend the night and joke around, and vice versa.I used to live in a house that was neighbor to very few others. I had a friend, who I'll call Daniel, that lived about a five-minute walk away. I would often go to his house to spend the night and joke around, and vice versa.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">One night, Daniel had the great idea of going out into the foggy woods behind my backyard. Being a fifteen-year old, I agreed. The idea didn't scare me, as we had done this quite a bit before, and the woods my backyard was bordered with woods that were supposedly haunted by many suicidal ghosts. I just loved haunted places, so I agreed.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">We got a few bits of leftover food, and snuck out after my parents went to bed. My backyard had a fence around it, but the fence was three feet high, and only there to keep my dog from getting out. We jumped the fence and went into the woods. We stayed out the for about an hour before the excitement wore off.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Daniel suggested for us to go back to my house, as we stayed in one area around ten minutes away from my house, trying to make out creepy shapes from the trees that were on the border of the fog, in an attempt to scare each other, which wasn't as fun after an hour as it was at the start.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Right then, we heard a loud bang, and then a soft crunch, like the sound of leaves being crushed. Daniel rushed away, back toward my house. I followed him, and as we were running, we heard a loud, "GET OUT!", which was followed by the sound of a gun being shot, and the thunk of something hitting a tree.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">We must have ran for ten minutes before Daniel tripped and fell. The fog had obscured my vision, and I had turned around only to see fog blocking me from seeing Daniel. I ran to where I heard Daniel gasping and wincing, and I couldn't find him at all. That is, until I heard a scream, followed by the sound of a knife piercing flesh, and a terrible, gruesome series of cuts. I found Daniel on the ground, his stomach and chest cut open. I could see his heart beating, and, thankfully, Daniel was knocked out. He obviously wasn't feeling any pain at the time. The feeling that I was being chased was gone, so I called 911 and brought Daniel to my backyard by carrying him on my shoulder.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">As the ambulance came, I just then had gotten to my house. The driver jumped out and rushingly helped me carry Daniel to the ambulance.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I had been visiting Daniel every time I could, up until the surgeons had finally gotten Daniel's stomach amputated.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I then got an email from Anonymous, saying, "GET OUT!". So I begged my parents for us to move somewhere else we moved to a neighborhood about an hour away, where I have lived for a year now.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">But we will be moving soon. I've been hearing gunshots every night for a year now, along with the occasional, "GET OUT!", coming from just outside my window.

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<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Anybody got any consructive criticism for my second pasta? <ac_metadata title="Suicide Woods"> </ac_metadata>