RUN

BEFORE YOU READ THIS PASSAGE, PLEASE NOTE THAT THE FOLLOWING MAY CONTAIN DARK AND DEPRESSING CONCEPTS, VIOLENCE, SCARY JUMPSCARES, DEATHS, AND GLOOMY ASPECTS THAT MAY TRIGGER OR SCARE YOU. SCROLLING FARTHER MEANS YOU ARE STATING I AM OK WITH THE WARNINGS STATED ABOVE.

Run

By Noah Solovey, Walk

You

The man is coming after you running faster than a cheetah, and you pick up the pace. You have one goal in mind: to get to the police office. The man is coming after you with anger holding a chainsaw and he is faster than the speed of light. You suddenly trip on a log, and then the man who is coming after you with anger and fierce intention runs faster than satellite data. You can’t get up, you’re bruised, you’re bleeding, you’re all messed up. You pick up a stick and chuck it at him. It hits him right in the forehead. You don’t know the man’s name, or anything, or even why he is chasing you. He is passed out on the ground, and you manage to get up and continue running. You feel like you’re good and you start walking for a bit. Soon, it’s like none of this ever happened. Except it did. You stop to take a break and get water from a gas station you’re passing. You walk in through the creepy door, and it’s empty. Nobody. Nothing. You start to search. Maybe this is a prank. You soon walk up to where the cash register would be in a normal store. “Hello?” The man pops up.

The Man

I didn’t care about the laws. I saw this man walking and then for some weird reason I wanted him to be my target. I grabbed my chainsaw and I started running, faster than a cheetah. I heard yelps and screams, but I didn’t care. Jail was a good life. I was sprinting and was faster than him but still a bit behind. He then tripped on a log and fell to the ground. AH! He threw a stick at my head and I passed out for a second. Once I was back up, I felt like robbing a place. I knew the perfect target. The gas station. I would go through the back entrance, grab water, go to the cash register, chainsaw him, and boom. I could come back later for the kid running. I was tired from all my running so I walked to the gas station. I was surprised to see that there was no water whatsoever. Being in jail I was used to thirst. So I walked to the cash register. I ducked down to grab the donation jar, and then I heard a thump in the door. The police. Oh no. I kept ducking and then I heard, “Hello?” I popped up. It was the kid.

You

You ran until the man caught up to you. “Kill me, I’m tired. I’m done,” you say. Then you don’t see the light of the world again.