It was about a time when we were in 8th grade. This story took place during the summer when me and my friend would hang out after graduating from 8th grade and it still terrifies me and my friend to this day. We normally left the house to hang out at a hill near our local park at 9:00 at night. We went here at least every weekend so we were pretty much used to this place. One really dark night, we decided to go outside on the hill around 9:30 PM, bringing snacks because we were planning to stay for an hour and a half. As usual, it was empty and me and my friend were sitting and eating chips and looking at our phones as normal when out of the out of the corner if my eye, I noticed a figure. I was usually paranoid about stuff like this, so I looked closer at him. He was wearing a neon green shirt that seemed to have dark stains on it. I couldn’t make out his face but I knew something was up. We had been told not to go out in the summer because recent criminal activity was going on, but we didn’t listen to it. The man had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a bottle of something. More than a few red flags went off in my head by this point. I nudged my friend’s arm and told her there was someone watching us at the bottom of the hill. My friend said I was just being paranoid and that it just a drunk person and then she resumed to her social media page. “What if something happens?” I loudly whispered to her. She dismissed it and I realized she wouldn’t care even if I told her. Than I told her that we could have a running competition down the left side of the hill as casually as I could. I peered backed at the man who’d seemed to move closer and closer. My friend said yes and we both were standing up. The second we stood up the man started running. My friend noticed him and screamed. I looked at the man and now he was running, full speed at us. I started sprinting with my friend and yelled to my friend, “Go in the shed!!”. There was a nearby shed that the kids put their bikes and soccer balls in and my friend curved around the parking lot and into the shed. We barricaded the door with toys and a rocking horse and just sat in the dark. My friend was absolutely terrified. She was breathing so heavily that I had to cover her mouth. There was silence for about 2 and a half minutes. Until I heard : a scraping noise, against the shed door. I looked in the tiny upper window and saw the strange man. Something shiny in his hand. I’m pretty sure it was a pocket knife. My friend waited until he stopped and she called her brother, but he never answered his phone. The man stayed for over 35 minutes. Then left. As soon as he was out of sight , we bolted out of there as fast as we could. Never looking back. We didn’t go to that park for a long time after the incident happened. Now were in 10th grade and we’re still horrified about that night. We still wonder what could’ve happened if we didn’t run.
Author: Anonymous