Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30891328-20170703000922

We all have our favorite childhood memories, but soon after I moved out of my childhood, mine became a nightmare.   I live in a town in the United States, well, it was a town when I was a kid, but it grew into a slightly bigger city. In this town, we had a restaurant called 'Chicken Chuck's Chicken', my dad worked there as a chef when I was nine years old, as well as his best friend John, who managed to get him that job. I remember walking on and seeing Chicken Chuck, and Dirty Joe the dog on stage, I think there was another guy in a costume on stage but I don't remember who it was. It closed long ago because John walked into the restaurant, and never came out. The police went in after him and did come out, but would say nothing about what they saw in there. Of course, the place closed and was confirmed to be demolished several years later.   When I became a young adult, I became curious about what the cops had possibly seen in Chicken Chuck's, so being the adventurer I am, I decided to break into Chicken Chuck's Chicken and see what they aren't telling us a week before they level the place. But now, I wish I didn’t   <span class="TextRun SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-weight:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;line-height:18px;font-variant-ligatures:none!important;" lang="EN-US">That night, I went to Chicken Chuck's but of course, the door was locked. I looked around the rectangle building caved-in between two other restaurants. I found a ladder leading to the roof, I climbed it and immediately saw a vent leading into the building. The vents were covered as you'd expect, but luckily I packed screwdriver for this occasion. I jumped into the vent and crawled through until I reach the end. I kicked the cover to the ground and jumped out. I brought out my flashlight and scanned the old place, reminiscing on my childhood, and thinking about sitting at the tables eating chicken while cheering as Chuck, Joe, and that other person play their song. Oh what good times I would have before John disappeared. I started to  walk, dragging my hand against the wall, feeling for a light switch, but I found something else. I pushed my hand on a button disguised as a brick in the wall, I watched in surprise as a man sized rectangle in the wall went out and to the side like a secret door. I looked in the hole in the wall to see a series of stairs leading to a super dark place, making it hard to see far down there. <span class="EOP SCX16465691" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCX16465691" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-weight:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;line-height:18px;font-variant-ligatures:none!important;" lang="EN-US">I slowly walked down the steps with my flashlight leading the way like it was a gun. When the stairs stopped going down, I saw that I was in a short, narrow hallway, and at the end of the hallway, placed right in front of me was a costume for Chicken Chuck sitting on a chair. Just when I was starting to walk   toward the site until it's head raised straight up and looked at me, I was shocked as I saw it slowly stand up like a hundred year old man trying to get out of bed. When it stood on it's shaky leg, it raised it's hands to it's head, and pulled it's head off. When the mask was completely off, I could see a human head, mangled and disfigured. It fell to the ground as if it got shot in the back, dropping the mask in front of my feet. I walked closer to examine the head, I open one of the closed eyes, it looked, plastic, like this man's real eyes were ripped out and replaced by two plastic white orbs with painted dots on them. Then I noticed the barley reconcilable face, I jumped up in fear... it was John! I jumped up to the feeling of something grabbing my leg, I saw the white glove from the costume surrounding my foot, I then looked at John, who was looking at me, and just barely, I could hear him saying, "Please, h-h-help... meee." his voice was muffled and hardly hearable. I kicked him in the face like a football, he fell to the side and he let go and I turned around running up the stairs. <span class="EOP SCX16465691" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCX16465691" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-weight:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;line-height:18px;font-variant-ligatures:none!important;" lang="EN-US">I looked behind me at the top of the steps to see John climbing up the stairs after me constantly asking for help. I noticed a ladder in a corner near the vent I came through. I ran to the ladder, picked it up and used it to climb to the vent. I was nearly to safety until I felt another hand on my leg. I didn't look at what was holding my leg. I didn't even look at what was holding me, I just used my other leg to kick at the foot that was restraining my foot until it let go. I rushed down the vents, jumped off of the roof of the building, and ran home thanking God that I made it out alive. <span class="EOP SCX16465691" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCX16465691" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-weight:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;line-height:18px;font-variant-ligatures:none!important;" lang="EN-US">Of course, when I got home, my parents caught me, I tried to tell them where I was but they didn't care, and grounded me for a week. I went into bed and tried to get some rest, but I then realized something… the ladder wasn't in that corner before. How'd it get there? <span class="EOP SCX16465691" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCX16465691" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCX16465691" lang="EN-US" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-weight:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,Calibri_MSFontService,sans-serif;line-height:18px;font-variant-ligatures:none!important;" lang="EN-US">So now, that was three years ago. Chicken Chuck's Chicken got demolished and I don't know what whoever maybe bought the land is going to do with it. I don't know if I saw the exact same thing the police had seen, or if they seen something else. <ac_metadata title="Chicken Chuck&#039;s Chicken"> </ac_metadata>