Story Bum
I love the word bum......bum bum bum. Anywho, even if nobody ever reads it, I've decided to post a short story that I wrote here. It's also on DeviantART and MySpace (barf) but whatever. I must avoid math homework at all costs.
The way that I felt about jack's Thicket isn't much different from the way that most people do. It always seemed kind enough; most of the ghost stories circulating about it struck me as nonsensical and I highly doubted that the rumors of nasty bears were little more than my older brother's talk. Even so, nobody would ever step foot into it alone.
It wasn't because they believed the stories of angry ghosts out to get them or hungry savage beasts. It was more of what it was that made it such a taboo place. Jack's Thicket was the death place of one Chastity Higgins, a nineteenth century heiress that went insane due to the death of her lover. She was found there in the arms of a huge blackberry bush a week after. The place is named after Chastity Higgins's fiance, Jack Samson. Some people insist that the two are buried under the bush, others say that they're in an unmarked tomb somewhere.
So, despite the fact that I was pretty sure that ghosts didn't exist and even though I trusted my self to not fall off the deep end, I sincerely regretted ever playing truth or dare at Kathryn's party. Not only was Allen now aware of the fact that I was near infatuated with him and mom would freak when she found out about me bleaching my hair, but I also ad to cross the thicket by myself at 10:30 PM on Halloween. My heart was pounding and my scalp was burning thanks to peroxide, it was also about as warm as Ceil, the guy who dared me into this in the first place's, heart.
Everybody so kindly came to see me off. I was leading the group at a brisk pace while muttering my favorite mantra.
"I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life."
"C'mon Tallie, it's not that bad!" Lizzy was having trouble matching the power of my high tops in flip flops. Her brown hair was waist length, her eyes were a gorgeous green and her face was like marble. It was pretty to took at but easily damaged. I wasn't unlike her in appearance, minus my brown eyes. We didn't look to similar any more due to my forced bleaching.
"I hate my life, I hate-already?!" We were there. The narrow path we were on suddenly lead off into a vast world of roses, briars, and berries.
"Hey, it'll all be over soon and we can look back and-"
"Don't you dare say laugh, Lizzy." I had trouble seeing the humor in the present situation.
"Don't be scared! You know as well as I do that ghosts are just playground bull."
"It's not about ghosts! It's just kinda creepy given it's history. It also doesn't help that it's night, I'll be surrounded by plants with those awful thorns, and it's all got to be on damned Halloween!"
"it's only one mile." LIzzy was, as usual, crap at giving sympathy.
"Hurry up Tallie! We're getting a little freaked over here." Kathryn, Cecil, and the other party goers all stood in a huddle.
"See ya soon," Lizzy giggled as she bounced over to the complaining hypocrites.
I'm not going to lie-I about pissed myself. Just looking at it was enough of a dare given the circumstances. Not wanting to prolong this undeserved torture, I took my first step into Jack's Thicket on October 31st, 2008 on a cruel dare by myself.
Then I really had to pee. I couldn't stand the urge to relieve myself. Of course, there was not a porta potty in sight, so I went bushman style.
After that I took a good look at the thicket. The narrow dirt path was almost invisible because of the overgrown bushes. I'd never been through the entire place, I doubt many people have. The bushes are around two hundred years old, littered with thorns, and the path through is ridiculously subpar. But in the night I can't fathom that people would have wanted to go more than ten steps into the mind boggling maze of bushes with only an ominous glow of moonlight to show the way.
I decided to get it over with as quickly as possible, taking a brisk speed into the bushes. Looking around, I was highly tempted to stop and pick berries, but decided to that getting out should be my main priority.
"Oh my God..." I'd tripped over a branch of thorn in my bizarre canter and was stabbed by faintly visible thorns. They were big enough for me to have blood and dirt on my lower right cheek as well as my arms, but not much more. Even so, it was enough for me to let a high pitched screech into the night. I felt tears in my eyes that were determined to charge out. But I wouldn't cry. Not just yet.
I decided that walking would get me through these unforgiving bushes looking less abused. Besides, Chastity's fatal mistake was running through here.
As I started off again at a non-masochistic speed I forced that whole Chastity affair out of my mind. I wondered what time it was and how long I'd been in Jack's Thicket. As I added up the estimated amount of tie past I began to think about Chastity's last stand. How long did it take after hearing of Jack's death did she go insane? How long and far did she run? When exactly-
"Ten minutes after."
I froze inn shock. Goosebumps upon goosebumps took over my arms as that strange, glacier like voice pierced through my mind to that only I could hear.
"Exactly two minutes and 34 seconds for one mile, one fourth of it in here."
I could feel the hairs on the back of neck stand up as my insides boiled and my hands started shaking. The voice's emotionless words sliced through my brain. As for the last question-"
The tear drops pushed through, blurring my vision. I was staggering now in a desperate attempt to escape that luciferous voice and Jack's Ticket for good. An icy cold laugh that ricochet through my skull stopped me full on. A cream for mercy was in my throat, trapped by a raw fear with a unscrupulous grip on my being allowed for no sound but me heart beating a song of agony to come from me.
"Right about-"
Fear was slowly handing me over to insanity due to the commands of this icy voice. Te scream was pounding in time with my heart on my teeth, desperate for escape as I was.
"Now."
It was a whisper. Not even that. It set off a chain reaction that I'll never forget. The scream burst out, emptying my lungs and filling the air. Tears spilled faster now. Fear let me go as I bolted forward, unaware of anything in this world except on an overpowering boom of snickering and a growing sense of maddening melancholy.
I was sprinting to an unknown direction when I saw Lizzy's horrified face and breathed fresh air. Suddenly, I was free.
Six months after escaping Jack's Thicket, I no longer send more than two hours an an asylum. Counseling is down to two sessions a week. My grades are back up and people have stopped talking. The only thing that hasn't let up are the nightmares. Each night I'm revisited by Halloweens events in varying manors and wake up in chills. Who's to say if it'll ever get better? Either way, I've never fully recovered from that night.
The way that I felt about jack's Thicket isn't much different from the way that most people do. It always seemed kind enough; most of the ghost stories circulating about it struck me as nonsensical and I highly doubted that the rumors of nasty bears were little more than my older brother's talk. Even so, nobody would ever step foot into it alone.
It wasn't because they believed the stories of angry ghosts out to get them or hungry savage beasts. It was more of what it was that made it such a taboo place. Jack's Thicket was the death place of one Chastity Higgins, a nineteenth century heiress that went insane due to the death of her lover. She was found there in the arms of a huge blackberry bush a week after. The place is named after Chastity Higgins's fiance, Jack Samson. Some people insist that the two are buried under the bush, others say that they're in an unmarked tomb somewhere.
So, despite the fact that I was pretty sure that ghosts didn't exist and even though I trusted my self to not fall off the deep end, I sincerely regretted ever playing truth or dare at Kathryn's party. Not only was Allen now aware of the fact that I was near infatuated with him and mom would freak when she found out about me bleaching my hair, but I also ad to cross the thicket by myself at 10:30 PM on Halloween. My heart was pounding and my scalp was burning thanks to peroxide, it was also about as warm as Ceil, the guy who dared me into this in the first place's, heart.
Everybody so kindly came to see me off. I was leading the group at a brisk pace while muttering my favorite mantra.
"I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life."
"C'mon Tallie, it's not that bad!" Lizzy was having trouble matching the power of my high tops in flip flops. Her brown hair was waist length, her eyes were a gorgeous green and her face was like marble. It was pretty to took at but easily damaged. I wasn't unlike her in appearance, minus my brown eyes. We didn't look to similar any more due to my forced bleaching.
"I hate my life, I hate-already?!" We were there. The narrow path we were on suddenly lead off into a vast world of roses, briars, and berries.
"Hey, it'll all be over soon and we can look back and-"
"Don't you dare say laugh, Lizzy." I had trouble seeing the humor in the present situation.
"Don't be scared! You know as well as I do that ghosts are just playground bull."
"It's not about ghosts! It's just kinda creepy given it's history. It also doesn't help that it's night, I'll be surrounded by plants with those awful thorns, and it's all got to be on damned Halloween!"
"it's only one mile." LIzzy was, as usual, crap at giving sympathy.
"Hurry up Tallie! We're getting a little freaked over here." Kathryn, Cecil, and the other party goers all stood in a huddle.
"See ya soon," Lizzy giggled as she bounced over to the complaining hypocrites.
I'm not going to lie-I about pissed myself. Just looking at it was enough of a dare given the circumstances. Not wanting to prolong this undeserved torture, I took my first step into Jack's Thicket on October 31st, 2008 on a cruel dare by myself.
Then I really had to pee. I couldn't stand the urge to relieve myself. Of course, there was not a porta potty in sight, so I went bushman style.
After that I took a good look at the thicket. The narrow dirt path was almost invisible because of the overgrown bushes. I'd never been through the entire place, I doubt many people have. The bushes are around two hundred years old, littered with thorns, and the path through is ridiculously subpar. But in the night I can't fathom that people would have wanted to go more than ten steps into the mind boggling maze of bushes with only an ominous glow of moonlight to show the way.
I decided to get it over with as quickly as possible, taking a brisk speed into the bushes. Looking around, I was highly tempted to stop and pick berries, but decided to that getting out should be my main priority.
"Oh my God..." I'd tripped over a branch of thorn in my bizarre canter and was stabbed by faintly visible thorns. They were big enough for me to have blood and dirt on my lower right cheek as well as my arms, but not much more. Even so, it was enough for me to let a high pitched screech into the night. I felt tears in my eyes that were determined to charge out. But I wouldn't cry. Not just yet.
I decided that walking would get me through these unforgiving bushes looking less abused. Besides, Chastity's fatal mistake was running through here.
As I started off again at a non-masochistic speed I forced that whole Chastity affair out of my mind. I wondered what time it was and how long I'd been in Jack's Thicket. As I added up the estimated amount of tie past I began to think about Chastity's last stand. How long did it take after hearing of Jack's death did she go insane? How long and far did she run? When exactly-
"Ten minutes after."
I froze inn shock. Goosebumps upon goosebumps took over my arms as that strange, glacier like voice pierced through my mind to that only I could hear.
"Exactly two minutes and 34 seconds for one mile, one fourth of it in here."
I could feel the hairs on the back of neck stand up as my insides boiled and my hands started shaking. The voice's emotionless words sliced through my brain. As for the last question-"
The tear drops pushed through, blurring my vision. I was staggering now in a desperate attempt to escape that luciferous voice and Jack's Ticket for good. An icy cold laugh that ricochet through my skull stopped me full on. A cream for mercy was in my throat, trapped by a raw fear with a unscrupulous grip on my being allowed for no sound but me heart beating a song of agony to come from me.
"Right about-"
Fear was slowly handing me over to insanity due to the commands of this icy voice. Te scream was pounding in time with my heart on my teeth, desperate for escape as I was.
"Now."
It was a whisper. Not even that. It set off a chain reaction that I'll never forget. The scream burst out, emptying my lungs and filling the air. Tears spilled faster now. Fear let me go as I bolted forward, unaware of anything in this world except on an overpowering boom of snickering and a growing sense of maddening melancholy.
I was sprinting to an unknown direction when I saw Lizzy's horrified face and breathed fresh air. Suddenly, I was free.
Six months after escaping Jack's Thicket, I no longer send more than two hours an an asylum. Counseling is down to two sessions a week. My grades are back up and people have stopped talking. The only thing that hasn't let up are the nightmares. Each night I'm revisited by Halloweens events in varying manors and wake up in chills. Who's to say if it'll ever get better? Either way, I've never fully recovered from that night.