Just a Normal Walk Down Scary Lane

“You lied. It wasn’t what you said at all, your acting is really bad,” he said to you.

“Well it’s better than yours, you being all monotonous and such,” you told him.

“Look, let’s just walk home, it’s dark out already,” he said monotonously. They started walking down Scary Lane, and whoever named it was right. Trees are always dead year-round and all of the houses are vacated and old.

They walked out of the school and started down the road. As they walked, they continued to barrage each other with insults, one mile, two miles, three miles down the road.  Then, they heard something. 

“Hey, we have to get a move on, I think we’re getting followed,” he said suddenly.

“By who? That stray dog that lives around here? He scared you good last week,” you laughed.

“Nah man, he scared you good first, you didn’t stop running for 15 minutes! But seriously, there has been a rumor that a kidnapper walks around here on Scary Lane at night, waiting for kids like us… oooooOOOOOOOOHHH,” he said as he held a flashlight up to his face in the most cliched voice possible.

They both laughed and kept walking as a voice shouted at them from behind. 

“Wait! Get back here!” the voice yelled.

They both turned around and saw a guy in a black hoodie getting out of a big white van, and took off running and screaming down the road. The guy kept yelling for them to come back but they wouldn’t listen. They kept running as the man got in his van and drove after them. After running for awhile, you remembered you forgot about the road, and you ran into a dead end.

“He’s got us now!” you said, scared.

“I got this!” He took out a spoon and started hitting the bricks. “I’ll have us out of here in no time!” he said courageously. He started hitting the brick wall with the plastic spoon.

“Now is not the time for jokes!” you exclaimed.

“I wasn’t joking…” he mumbled.

Tap, tap, tap, the spoon went as the van got closer, and closer, and closer. It stopped in front of them and the man came out pulling something out of his pocket. Lightning flashed in the background.

“Please don’t hurt us!” you yelled.

“Yeah, we’re just kids, sad kids with no lives!” he yelped.

“Speak for yourself…” you said bluntly.

They screamed. “Guys guys, it’s just me.” The man pulled off his hood and showed himself to be their theater teacher. “You left this at school, dudes,” he said, giving him the script.

You looked at each other tired and out of breath. They got up and started walking back home. As they walked, they continued to barrage each other with insults, one mile, two miles, three miles down the road.

~ Luis T.