The Birthday Nightmare

They pulled up at the service station parking lane and walked inside. There was a middle-aged woman at the counter; she was around the age of 55. Sarah told her what happened and asked if she could have permission to use the phone. The old lady allowed her to use the phone and she dialled the sheriff’s office. Sarah told the sheriff about the suicide and the sheriff asked the group of three to meet him at a field barn with the suicide victim that was five minutes drive up the road. Sarah agreed to this and took the van up to the barn so the sheriff could assess and take away the body.
        They arrived at the barn to realize that there was no sheriff present so they went inside the barn for some warmth. As soon as they went into the barn, the only words they could think of to describe the barn were aged, haunted and eerie. Suddenly, something made the group jump out of their skin. Not literally. From the corner of the building came a sound, a sound that was made by someone dropping something. The group were together and no one was around them. They all turned round and out of a corner of darkness appeared a little boy looking for food. All he said was five words “For your safety, leave now.”
        Sarah finally decided that they should find somewhere to ring the sheriff from. So Sarah and Leone set off to find a shop or nearby house where they could call the sheriff again. They walked through the woods and came out to find a house that looked lived in as the lights were on. They knocked at the door and were greeted by an old man around the age of 70. Leone asked the man “A girl has committed suicide in our van, may we call the sheriff?” The man agreed but would only let Sarah use the phone. She called the sheriff and he said that he was on his way.
        Back at the barn, Charl was talking to the small boy when the sheriff’s car pulled up. He asked what happened and Charl told him about the suicide and how it happened. He went to the trunk of his car and pulled out a body bag and put the girl inside the bag. He then put the body bag with the girl in it back into the trunk and drove off.
        Charl thought how Sarah was ever going to get her van the same again and started cleaning the blood on the back seat. Knowing that the girl had now gone was a huge level of stress off Charl’s mind.
        Back at the house, Sarah was thanking the man for letting her use the phone. She went out of the house to find that Leone was not there anymore. She was shouting “LEONE!” In the distance, she heard Leone scream; panicking, she and ran back to the barn to tell Charl what happened. Charl broke down in tears and Sarah sat down to comfort her. Charl said that they should go back for him. So they did. What they saw next was unimaginable. They found Leone at the back of the house with no arms or legs. He was screaming with agony for the reason that whoever has done this to him had poured salt onto his wounds. They burst into tears when they heard a grunting sound coming round the corner. A bulky man came into their sight with a very sharp looking samurai in his hand.
      Frozen to the spot, they couldn’t move. They needed to get away sharply if they had a chance of staying alive. They broke free and ran as fast as their legs could carry them back to the car. The man wasn’t far behind though. Charl and Sarah got into the car and the one thing happened that you wish wouldn’t happen. The car failed to start. Charl shouted “SHIT!” and kept turning the key in the ignition but the car was going nowhere. In the rear view mirror, Charl could see the man approaching the car.
      He opened the passenger door and pulled Sarah from the car. Sarah, led on the floor, kicked the man in the testicles and tried running, but the man was too quick for her and slashed her arm with the samurai. She fell to the ground immediately and was as good as dead. To even slash her chances of escaping, the man slashed the muscles in her arms and legs so she had no means of movement. Meanwhile back in the car, Charl was using her skills she learnt from her late father, she was hotwiring the van. A sound fulfilled her. The sound she had wanted to have the sense of hearing for some time, the car engine. She put the car into gear and headed for the man. He turned round to feel the van bumper hit his face. Charl looked back to see the man dead and now felt at ease. Her birthday celebrations had been shattered and were glad to get home. The police made inquiries, but they found no man to her description so someplace, somewhere, he’s still out there…