Nightmarish Reality (Preview) - Ch 10
PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, CHAPTERS
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Abandonment
At 6:45 A.M. I ran down the street, away from the bus stop, looking for somewhere I could be alone. Some place where no one would bother me. I heard a rumbling and then an engine roar in the distance. Squeaky tires stopped nearby; it sounded as if it was the whining noise of an injured animal. A flash of yellow and orange past me by.
It was the school bus. I jumped into an empty ditch and hid. I waited until I couldn’t hear the yelping tires anymore. After about five minutes, I crawled out of the hole in the ground and wiped my pants clean. Some patches of dirt remained, but since I didn’t care how I looked, I continued on my way.
With my bag strapped on, I hiked onto the sidewalk and watched the cars pass me on the road. I felt somewhat relieved that I was running away from everything; I had to get away from school and there was nobody to stop me. Branch Water Park wasn’t far from where I lived. Once I took the shortcut through the patch of forest, it would at least take me a few minutes to get there.
A calm feeling came over me as I strolled down the dirt path. All I had to do was follow it, and it would lead me to temporary freedom…until I got back home. Branch Water Park was the largest park in my neighborhood. It wasn’t like the other places with basketball courts, picnic benches, and playgrounds. It had more than that.
The place had wonders with different sights and smells; it had swamps with alligators in them, forests with an exotic range of wild birds in their own natural preserve. Rivers crisscrossed in between Branch Water Park. I saw people canoeing and fishing. Some days I’d spot alligators sunbathing on the grass across from the water’s edge; they were about a foot long, not big compared to other places.
Half reserve and half park, the rangers would watch with an eagle eye for alligators that grew too large, closely monitoring their population. It wouldn’t be good for their reputation if a giant alligator were ever on the loose to flip over canoes and eat people. So far, nothing exciting ever happened here, since the park rangers caught and tagged every alligator. The ones that grew too hefty for their own good were eventually tranquilized or euthanized.
Most times they transported the gators to Gator World where a thousand alligators roamed freely in a large habitat. It didn’t sound too bad, since it had an indoor pool and gators had three square meals a day. The only annoying thing for an alligator would be a tourist, with their flashing camera, taking snapshots every five seconds. Branch Water Park had several paths that I could follow. Some trails circled the entire community, yet I never hiked more than three or four miles on foot.
If I really wanted to, I could walk for miles following the paths, and getting lost would surely be a possibility. Winston told me lots of wild stories of people getting attacked by deadly animals. Most likely they were campers out in the woods exposed to all the elements: bobcats, poison ivy, cougars, alligators, and poisonous snakes like the cottonmouth. To me, it reminded me of camping in Mosquito Village on a hot summer day, where swarms of bloodsucking menace would follow me everywhere.
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Chapter 18 - A Streak Of Green
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