My therapist tells me that I need to write, even when I don't feel up to it. So, here it goes. Hi, I'm Tara. My friends call me Tari for whatever reason. I forget why, I don't know. It's easier for them to pronounce or something?
But I think the reason I feel like I need to be writing, or at least what my therapist tells me, is because of what happened to me. She says what I experienced was some kind of trauma but in reality, I just wanna go home and sleep. It's late and I just wanna curl up on my couch and watch some TV. That's not so much to ask for, right?
Well, if I have to tell my story, I might as well start at the beginning. It was cold that night. Not cold enough to see your breath but just cold enough where you regret not wearing a jacket. But my friends and I were on our way to McDonner's, some fast food place across town. We were hungry and just wanted to split and 20 pack of chicken nuggets. Okay, and maybe some large Coke's. We were hungry, what do you expect?
Anyways, I guess it's important to mention that I live out in the middle of nowhere. I mean, I normally have to drive at least 3 miles to get into town. But I can't complain, I like it out here. It's quiet and peaceful out here. No noisy neighbors to keep you up at night. Instead, we just hear crickets chirping in the grassy fields behind our house. It's really nice.
But as I was saying, we live out in the middle of nowhere, so we have this long dirt road that we live down and no street lights to illuminate the darkness. So, If your car broke down and you needed to get to the house, you'd better hope you brought a flashlight. You never wanna see the kinds of things that hide in the dark our here.
We were driving down the dirt road, the headlights providing a narrow beam of light in front of us, leaving the rest of the world in solid blackness. As we drove, we saw something, maybe someone, in the distance. It was hard to tell, for we couldn't exactly make out a silhouette. Even thinking back on it, I'm not sure what it was. But something was there.
As we drove closer, something felt off. Maybe it was the air, maybe the silence that hung in the air a little too long. But as we got closer, the thing disappeared into the darkness, camouflaging itself perfectly. As we drove past the spot where we spotted the thing, we slowed down a bit, hoping to catch a glimpse into the darkness. Suddenly, there was this boom from the roof of the car. Something was on top of it. Everyone in the car screamed and the person driving slammed on the brakes. We heard more thuds overhead and we screamed and urged them to drive quickly!
We sped off and we heard a clattering as if the thing that was on our roof had tumbled off. As we sped away, we looked back and saw that same figure from earlier. Only now it was chasing us. Thankfully, our car was much faster than that thing. Could you imagine what would have happened if it caught us? But I think what terrifies me the most is that this thing, whatever it was, we last saw it close to my house. And we haven't seen it since. What scares me even more is the new sounds I hear outside at night. I pray that its not getting closer...
The shadows crept in through the window is the dark clouds overtook the mid-afternoon sky. A feeling of dread and hopelessness flooded me, tying my stomach into a knot. Looking at the clouds, I saw a streak of purple lightning streaking across the sky until it crashed down somewhere along the skyline with a thunderous boom, followed shortly by the ground rumbling beneath my feet. It was jarring. what started as a regular summer afternoon was quickly turning into something dreadful. The nearby trees were all swaying lightly in the breeze as rain gradually started pouring down, eventually creating a curtain of turrential downpour that threatened to flood the streets. Another flash of light followed by another thunderous boom forced me to look away from the window. It was becoming far too real for me. The oncoming storm was becoming too much to bear. I walked back into my bedroom and sat in front of my television. There was a news guy standing before a weather map. He was po...
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