The Story That Haunts You
It was so dark that James couldn’t tell the difference when he closed his eyes. How did I ever get into a mess like this, he thought to himself.
"Well honey that’s all I’m going to read to you tonight."
"Night Mom."
"Night honey."
That’s my mom, her name’s Julia, Julia Forbel.
My name’s James Forbel. I’m nine years old and in fourth grade. My teacher is the meanest teacher in the entire school, her alias: Mrs. Horgle. We don’t know her first name. No one does, not even the rest of the faculty or her husband! Mrs. Horgle’s husband is really cool. His first name is easy, Bob. Bob is probably the nicest guy I know (much nicer than Mrs. Horgle anyway). Well I think I’ll go to sleep now. "ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZ…"
Ang, ang, ang. Click. I turned off my alarm clock. "Ooo yay another day with the "grinch"." (Coughing). Oh my throat I thought to myself. I walked to school today; I mean it’s only like 2 blocks away. Later that day I went home because of being so sick.
"Bye Mom."
"Bye Honey."
That night I decided to read some more of my story that I’d been reading with my mom. (Yawn). Hmm I thought to myself, suddenly I’m feeling funny. Oh well. "Night reader." It felt like I just went to sleep when I woke up. "What the?" I’m on cement? Where’s all my stuff? Mom?" What in God’s name is going on? Hmm? Man it’s dark in here." I found a door and walked outside.
"My eyes!" A bright light almost blinded me. My eyes quickly adjusted. "Jeez. Ah!"
Someone was running at me with a gun pointing at me. I don’t know why but my instincts told me to run as fast as I could. I started running as fast as I could, I didn’t know where I was going but I still ran like heck. Then I realized something. What had happened to me had all happened in my story. In the author’s notes it said something about the book being written on magic paper or something like that. Okay, this is extremely messed up. (MAGIC PAPER?!?!?!?)(Whatever) I knew where the paper was now. I turn left … here. Right here. Okay. I was almost there. I saw the magic paper and whipped out a pencil from my pocket. I wrote about my old life quickly and read it. Suddenly I felt very sleepy. I fell down to the ground … asleep
I awoke up dazed and confused. I was in my bed. I saw my alarm clock sitting there quietly. Something was strange; I felt, well, different. I think I’ll burn this book, I thought to myself. I read the title of the paperback book… "The Story That Haunts You" it read. I suddenly felt very tired. Oh!?=+!