Chris And Redrum’s Night Out

“So Redrum...are you as exited am for tonight” whispered Chris during Ms.Lambard’s class? Little did Chris know that this night would be the night we would always remember! I wrote this story when I was sitting next to Chris’s hospital bed, but we will get to that later! This story is all Chris has to make him fully remember the terrible thing that happened to us the night of October 30th, 1901. Nothing ever happens around here. Living in Salem, Massachusetts is okay,never does anything go on around here, especially on Doolbenstug Lane! Only senior citizens live on our street, therefore there are no kids to run around, and hangout with. That’s why Chris and I are so close; we are always there for each other. The memory is clear as a bell, that last year I gave him a pocket knife for his birthday, and he always carries it wherever he goes!
The day was October 30th, 1901. Chris decided we should be naughty for one night! We usually are very nice, polite, and respectful kids, but for tonight, we
were going to egg and teepee, the house on Greenbury Hill, after all, it was mischief night. The house on Greenbury Hill is very eerie looking. Nobody ever goes up there. When we were 10… so, four years ago, there was a story that a mail man went up to the house, and never returned! Yeah right…..Chris and I hardly believed that nonsense. It was about seven o-clock, Chris and I headed out of our house with a garbage bag filled with toilet paper, and eggs. We were wearing all black, and smudged back makeup underneath our eyes. It was black as midnight, so no body could see us. As quickly as we could, we creped along the side of the road easily making our way to the house on the hill.
After about fifteen minutes we were right next to the house. Chris opened the garbage bag, and I took the eggs, he took the toilet paper. Chris whispered “Okay, on the count of three, one, two, and three.” I started throwing eggs, and Chris started to teepee. It was a fantastic adrenaline rush! I have never done anything like this in my entire life! Suddenly, out of nowhere, we saw this face. It was this creature looking at us through the window. It had glowing eyes like a cat, and the skin of a purple prune. You could see the veins popping out of it’s skin. “Oh crap…” yelled Chris, we better get out of here! We started running as fast as we could down the hill, I took a fall and stared rolling down the hill. Chris helped me up, and we ran to the first thing we could see…Salem Graveyard. Quickly we ran behind a tombstone. We then saw the creature walking our way. Assuming it had powerful senses, no normal human traits any person would have, I was creeped out. It was able to find us from its house. I believe it had the eyesight of a cat, and the smelling abilities of a hunting dog. I was breathing so hard, hoping that the creature wouldn’t find us. That thing had to be at least seven feet four inches high! We then heard the creature. He said come out you rotten maggots. Know matter what; you mine by the end of tonight…dead! He then spotted us. We started running as fast as we possibly could. With all the ditches, and rocks in the graveyard, we kept on tripping. It made it easier for the Thing to ketch up to us. Thing caught up to Chris. He picked him up, so he was eight feet of the ground, he was holding an ax, it was huge. He also smelled as bad as garbage.But before he hit Chris with it, he tookhis head, and slammedit into his. When Chris fell backwards, a few things fell out of his pocket. It was the knife I gave him, and his wallet! I quickly ran over and got it. Meanwhile Thing saw me, and quickly dropped Chris, which produced a loud THUMP. He then headed strait for me! Thinggot me. He was about to hit me with the ax when I stabbed him with the knife in his neck! Thing quickly dropped to his knees, I came falling down with him.
Assuming Thing was dead, I quickly picked up my unconscious brother and brought him to our house. My parents were furious at me…. when they saw us sneak into the house. They quickly saw Chris and started freaking out, and brought us to the hospital. For about two weeks, Chris was in the hospital. Thing really hit him hard. I was so devastated. There I was seeing my best friend sitting there helplessly in the hospital bed with a bruised body and head. For those two weeks, I sat there staring at him, and writing this story on what happened that night. Chris is fine now…since it is three months later. He just can’t remember the events that happened that night. This story is for him!