Suggmaster

Jesse Hunter

Mrs. Fraser

Creative Writing

September 11, 2015

Lost

The men were in dark, British uniforms and on tall, dark horses. As they approached our front door they told my family to leave the room. They quickly hopped off of the horses and began coming closer in an almost pattern like movement. One of them, who seemed to be their leader looked at me with his cold grey eyes and said, “they’re coming, run.’\

            I immediately ran back into my house where I found that my family was nowhere to be seen. I looked outside and noticed the dark men were gone. I quickly grabbed my 9mm from my nightstand drawer and stood there in silence for several minutes. My mind was racing at lightning speed with unending possibilities of what those men could’ve meant and where the hell my family was.

            I decided to leave the house and began walking towards the old church that has been closed for many years. As I neared the old church I saw a dark silhouette standing underneath a massive oak tree in the church courtyard. I started walking towards this figure almost as if I was being drawled in. Eventually I was just a few steps from this featureless figure. As I looked into his deep grey eyes my body collapsed and my mind began going down a bottomless tunnel of questions that I could not answer. I tried to swim but the push of water kept me from saving myself.