"Man, I can't believe we're doing this!" exclaimed Evan. He hopped
down the path towards the gloomy woods like a bushy-tailed rabbit. Floppy brown hair swung back and forth in front of my eyes acting as a veil, shielding me of sight. Impatiently I brushed my hair out of my eyes.
"Yeah, me too," I agreed. I tried to hide the fear in my voice. Yeah, I really can't believe I'm doing this, I thought. We finally entered the dark and untrusting woods and were wrapped in darkness. Little patches of moonlight weaved its way through the leaves and onto our pale skin. The sound of crunching twigs filled my ears as we walked farther into the forbidden forest. Crunch, crunch, crunch.
"Hey, Josh, hurry up! We're almost there!" Evan signaled me to come and quickly turned around and walked on. I adjusted the heavy bag on my shoulders and picked up the pace. All I could see was a little red reflector hanging on Evan's belt. It clanked against his baggy pants and acted as a signal light for me. I was just a small red dot on a big piece of black paper.
Shine, shine, and shine.
Before I could finish I had reached the center of the woods. I thought it was just a myth but now I saw it myself. Old molding graves pierced the ground like an old horror movie. I saw a grave that was dug up, just like Evan said. I couldn't believe it.
"Told ya," sneered Evan with a huge grin on his face. He nodded his head with satisfaction as if he made it himself. "There's a story about this burial sight. See that dug up grave over there? That belonged to Crazy-old Carl. People said he went around telling kids that his house was made out of candy and they could see it. He would take them through these very woods to this very spot and bury them alive in that dug up grave. See? Its all set up for his next victim," added Evan. Of course, it was one of his stupid stories to scare me. I laughed and shook my head.
"Shut-up, Evan. I know its one of your stupid made up stories and it's not scary at all," I stated. Evan stopped smiling and slowly faced me.
"You think I'm lying? You can ask anybody and they'll tell you it's real," Evan was close beside me breathing cold fog against my face.
"Yes, I do think your lying. I came here thinking I would be scared out of my mind and here you are, telling me a 'scary' story so I would run home crying and you could make fun of me. Guess what? It's not working," I could tell Evan was getting frustrated by the rosy color appearing in his cheeks.
"If you think you're so macho why don't you lie down in the dug up grave for a while? Hopefully Carl will come and bury you like he did with those other kids," dared Evan. I knew this was becoming a dare. I glanced at the dug up grave and faced Evan once more.
"Alright, I'll stay in the grave for twenty minutes and prove there's no such thing as Crazy-old Carl. If I win, you'll have to give me ten dollars. If you win, I'll give you ten dollars. Deal?" I put out my hand towards Evan. He had his hand on his chin thinking about the deal and then suddenly grabbed my hand, shaking it vigorously. "Okay, I'm going in. Meet me back here in exactly twenty minutes." And with that Evan disappeared into the shadows of the forest. I waited until the crunching sound faded away and slowly made my way towards the grave. I rolled my eyes and jumped in. The smell hit my nose like a baseball bat. It was terrible. It smelled as if something died here...I shook my head and covered my nose. Stop thinking that, c'mon, you have to prove Evan wrong, I thought. I looked around the pit and walked around. I was looking at the dirt surrounding it until I stepped on something...sticky. I looked down at my shoes and made out a splash of some liquid substance on my sneakers. I bent down to take a closer look and noticed it was on the ground. Hesitantly, I reached for the goo and touched it. It felt a little thicker than water. I held it closer to my face and my heart stopped. Blood. It was all over the grave. Blotches of red smeared the lining of the grave. Fear stabbed my heart like an icy cold dagger. I quickly looked at my watch. Ten more minutes. I couldn't chicken out now. Only ten more minutes and I'll prove Evan wrong. I stood in the middle of the bloodstained grave as a thought flashed through my mind. It would be strange if there was a man like Crazy-old Carl. It would be really strange if he came here tonight, while I was in the grave...I shook my head and looked at my watch again. Five more minutes. I could do this. I'm almost there. Then, a familiar noise filled my ears. Crunch, crunch, crunch echoed inside my head as I froze. It was slowly getting louder and closer. Crunch, crunch, crunch. I gathered up enough strength to peer over the edge of the grave. It was getting louder. A flash of red caught my eye. I found it again and watched it. It swung back and forth in the darkness. It was Evan's red signal light! I let out a sigh of relief and made my way out of the foul-smelling grave.
"Thank-god! Evan I got a little scared. Well you owe me ten-"
Just then I realized I was staring at an old wrinkled face hidden with many ugly scars and blotches of red blood smeared on his face. He was wearing Evan's red signal light.
Fiction » Horror Rated: K+, English, Horror, Words: 1k+, Published: 11/1/2000