User:MarcdoesGaming

White Vans I was 11 years old when I was walking home from school. I was about a few blocks away from my house when i heard a car roll up near me. It was a van. A white van. A white van with flame stickers on each side. Apparently the person wanted to try to make it look cool. Failed attempt by the way. The person rolls down the window and asks me if i need a ride. Learned and experienced with these types of people i politely declined because i didnt want to be abducted or anything like that. But then i realize who the person was. It was my 29 year old cousin, Drake. I was excited and jumped in his van and asked him to take me home since he knew where i lived. We drive to my house and when we get to the driveway, he starts to drive faster. "My house is back there," i say a bit scared. "I know" he says and he continues to go down the road. He takes a right when i realize where we are going. We were going to the forest. He was taking me to the forest. Why? ive never been there in years why would he take me there? We get closer to the forest when i muster a scream, and he covers my mouth. "Shut UP!" he screams. We keep moving until we come across the entrance and a gap to the left where a cabin was. I jump out of the car and start sprinting towards the cabin. I manage to get inside and lock myself in. it was dark i couldnt see much but there was a bit of sunlight coming in. It smelled like decay and age, i thought it was because of the age of the cabin but then i felt the walls. It was moist. It felt kind of thick and had a little resedew when i realized what it was. It was blood. A body i felt under the blood stain, both fresh. My cousin walks in the cabin. "Youre next!" i attempt to break my way through him out the cabin but i couldnt muster enough strength to out of fear. He grabs me and throws me on the ground. He takes out a knife and attempts to stab me with it. I was fast so i kept avoiding the knife as best i could until he got me in the leg. I crawled as fast as i could out the cabin but he grabs me and pulls me back in. All you hear is blood spatter and screams. I kept trying to fight but he kept cutting my arms to where i couldnt use them anymore. i kick him in the balls which makes him fall on the floor and drop the knife. I pick it up and stab him in the shoulder and ribs three times as a flee the cabin limping. i ran to my mom to tell her what happened but she wasnt there. I then realize where she was, she was in the cabin.....dead –