DAGENHAM RIPPER
I wandered past the Foggy park, I could feel the coldness on my skin, I could hear my heart get faster as it tried to pump blood round my body to try and make me warmer, There was no-one else around, apart from some stray cats and foxes. Then suddenly from nowhere I heard a massive scream, it echoed around the park getting louder and louder, I was scared at this point trying not to slow down and look, I held my head up and started running home, knowing that I wasn’t that far, I could see a branch up ahead on the ground and told myself don’t trip over that, even though moments before I had thought about avoiding it, I kept running and for some reason my brain wouldn’t communicate with my leg and I just stumbled as I tripped over the branch.
I lifted myself up, I was in pain couldn’t tell if I had broken anything just wanted to get home, I limped off down the road I knew I wasn’t getting home any time quick when suddenly from nowhere a human like figure appeared in the distance, I thought to myself where did they come from there was no one else around as I kept limping I could tell that the figure was getting closer and closer to me, by this time I couldn’t do anything I was in a subway, I could hear the cars rushing down the A13. I thought to myself if I scream no one will hear me, but then it was too late the figure was so close that I could feel the breathe blowing onto my frozen face, they said ‘Your next,’ and then they left.
I carried on limping, eventually getting home and now scared I didn’t know what to do I poured myself a cup of tea and crawled into bed took me a good few hours to fall asleep because of all the adrenaline pumping around my body, I knew I had to get some sleep I had an interview in t...
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...ve that the body was dragged here.
I was in shock this was one of my first jobs and I didn’t know what I had to do, The scenes of crimes officers just told me to sit in the back of the van, whilst I was there I rung the commanding officer and asked what I should do, on the phone he said “he would come down and see what is going on, and to make sure I was okay”, All I had to do now is wait for him to come down and then I could find out what I was going to do, I waited about five minutes, and the commanding officer arrive, he came straight over and spoke to me told me “ go back to the station, it is your first day and so far you have done an amazing job, go back and write up the paperwork “ after he said that two police officers came over and told me they are going to take me back to the station, so I could get cleaned up and write my report.
Squatting on the ground, I was weeping. I couldn’t see anything, not even my hand although it was not far from me. I made my eyes widely open to make sure if my eyes went blind or not. When it was around 8pm, I started looking for the window. Touching my hands on the corners of the room, I finally found it. I used up all my energy opening the window, but it was covered with hard dust and it was rigid. I fell down, and cried a lot. I couldn’t sleep throughout the whole night, because I was hungry and thirsty. In addition to this, it was cold in the middle of that night. I was shivering and coughing persistently. Time passed, and it was early in the morning, but nothing
Left alone, I laid on the freezing cold metal table. I could not feel anything. I slowly got off the table. Through a puddle, I saw my hideous reflection. Black lips and yellow skin, I saw the monster I was. I ran my fingers down my jagged, rough skin. Horrified of my own self, Iran out of the shack, and all the townsfolk screamed. They threw rocks at me as I tried to get away. They screamed," Get the guns," and I was frightened.
It looks asthetic.” “did you even bring your camera. I guess stoping for 5 minutes wont hurt”, i respond. Jake has a deep affection to photography and he’s not wrong. My cousin is a photographer and sometimes he takes me with him when he goes on short trips. He has a blog, inspiring people with his astonihing photos. Thats how i see him as when he grows up. I turn around to check on jake but he grabs my wrist roughly and starts running. “Whats going on? Stop running”, i say suprisingly hoping for an explanation. He stops for a moment and i stop to trying to catch my breath from all that running. “Behind that bush…. The birds….”, he hesitates. “THERE’S A DEAD BODY”,he later screams. I try to stay calm but i couldnt. I just couldnt. “What do you mean theres a dead body? How? Whats going on? Lets just…. Lets just call the police”. So many questions are running through my head. I dont even know what to think anymore. I walk over to the bushes, my body shaking and whivering in fear. My eyes widen and i stood their shocked, frozen. My mind just couldnt take it in. i go back rushing to jake, grab his hand, and gallob my feet away from the forest as fast as i can. We arrive back at the entrance gate and i pull my phone out of my pocket. “What are you doing”,jake says suprised. “Im calling the police. We cant just stand their looking at a dead body and not report it”. I dial 911. “Hello Salmon-Challis police
I’ve done some scary things before and I always had the courage and motivation to do it, but this time, my courage abandoned me and just disappeared as if it was never there. It was a cool and chilly day, but the sun was shining hard at my favorite ski resort in Lake Tahoe in December. Crisp, white snow was delicately falling from the sky and it covered the ground like a blanket. But the luminous sun was melting the snow, making it wet and slippery. The trees on the side were towering but slender with dark, brown trunks and bright green leaves. I was wearing a cumbersome jacket and a helmet and I was starting to sweat a lot in the heat. There were tons of people in thick jackets carrying skis, poles, and snowboards milling around. I was in a lengthy line of people, all waiting to go on a ski lift. The lift led to a monstrously huge hill that I was about to ski on.
As I lay there stuck I hear the sirens coming from down the road. “What happened” I asked myself. “Are my friends ok” my head started to spin. “BEEEEEEEEEP” I wake up laying in a small hospital bed, what is that noise. As I turn my head to the right I see my friend Maddie laying their hooked up to a lot of machines. The beeping wouldn't stop everyone was panicking before anyone even realized I was awake Maddie was rushed out of the room.
The earth is silent. So silent I can hear my pulsing heartbeat. The clouds are still, as if they’re waiting for me to move. The trees are frozen, with dead leaves fluttering towards the ground. The wind softly sweeps my hair across my shoulders and hits my neck, leaving goosebumps between my shoulder blades. I am suddenly grabbed. A pain ripples through my arm as the claws dig their way through my skin. I look up to the monster. Its horrifying face freezes me. How can something be so frightening? It growls and tosses me over its shoulder, running into the darkness. My head hits a passing tree and I am thrown into an unconscious state.
Then I opened my eyes to realize I was floating in what seemed to be a river, sitting in some sort of inner tube. It seemed to be like a Lazy River at an amusement park, moving with such a current that all you could do was float along. However, I soon realized that this was not a lazy river. It was a real river, in the middle of what seemed to be a rainforest. I could hear the screeching of the birds and the howling of the monkeys around me, as I moved into what seemed to be a more rapid section of the river. The water began sloshing outside of the banks as the river began to narrow and narrow. The trees surrounding the river now covered the sky, and I could see the monkeys swinging in the trees and the birds flying overhead. I was too busy looking up to realize in front of me the river was dropping, and dropping fast. By the time I looked down, it was too late to save myself from the drop-off that was in front of me. And then I heard a loud siren, and I looked around and it was a bird. Every time it opened it’s mouth, instead of a chirp
Before we went down, my mom told me that I had to listen to every word she instructed me to do. We started to head down the hill slowly by turning our skis to the inside making it look like a pizza shape. This allowed me to zigzag down the hill at a comfortable speed. I began off slowly and started to go faster by the middle of the hill. My mom kept telling me to slow down. I kept trying, but it wasn’t working. At that time, I was almost at the end of the hill; I still wasn’t slowing down. I started to panic! As soon as I got to the end, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop. So, I purposely fell; it hurt, although not as much as it would have if I had crashed into the net. A man who worked at the Asessippi Ski Resort saw me fall and decided to give me tips on how to ski. They were the exact same instructions my mom had given to
I’m just going to come right out and say it, because it’s true, and voicing it might help. It’s a creepy sort of night. The super dark, wind blowing, kind of creepy that gets the imagination running out of control. Which, since I’m being honest, doesn’t always take that much. As in, right now. I’m getting seriously spooked very quickly here. You know that feeling, the one that you’re being watched even though there’s no one else around? The feeling that gives you goose bumps on your arms, and raises the hair on your neck; that’s the feeling I have right now. I could almost swear that I heard soft footsteps making a crackling sound on the grass too. I stop, listening hard (as opposed to any other type of listening, I suppose) to try and figure out if I am really alone. It was a stupid dare really; wandering alone in the graveyard to prove….what exactly? I don’t remember now, because my overactive brain is nearing the hysterical point and I’m ready to bolt. So what happened next, you ask? I screamed like a school girl and ran, sure that I had seen a shadow move right in front of me. Now that I’m in the safety of my car and driving away, I can reasonably say that I must have imagined it. However, imagined or not, I won’t be doing that again!
It was a dark and foggy night I can hear the wind howl and screams in the distance but I kept running it's not safe it never was safe. It was a foolish idea to try to convince them it was the end. I ran by the graveyard right next to my house picked up the pace I slammed open the door and made myself upstairs I locked the door behind me and close all the blinds I turned off all the lights and turn on a candle. I looked around the house looking for a weapon. I went to the kitchen get a knife until something stopped me at my tracks I heard voices outside my house and they kept getting louder indicating they were getting closer. “Those filthy beggars deserve to die” I heard a man cackle as more follow presuit “You should have seen the boy cry
A cold breeze went up my spine causing my teeth to clatter. My whole body was numb, from my fingers to my toes. My legs began to shake uncontrollably, so bad that I held onto the starting block with a tenacious grip, hoping that I will not fall into the waters below. I can feel the hairs on my arms slowly rising as my heart was beating faster and harder as every second went by. Adrenaline wildly flowed through me as I tugged and pulled down on my cap. There it was; the sound of the buzzer, yelling at me to leave. Inhaling a great amount of air, I jumped into the freezing cold
As I was squatting there in my little ditch while the snow rose about another inch I barely heard the sound of my grandma’s voice yelling my name. The cat had heard it too and scurried away; even though the cat was running away I was still not able to move because my legs would not work and I heard the sound of crunching footsteps coming from behind me looking for me but, I was still so scared that I realized that I came close to a wild animal that could really hurt me even though I thought that no animal could come into my grandparent’s property with the six foot high fence that surrounded the ten
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
I turned down her road and began going up the first hill, then the second, and then I looked up at the tallest hill and began up it, as I reached the top all I could see was the sky it was blue and there weren 't many clouds out yet, until I reached the crest of the hill I saw a large truck driving towards me in the wrong lane. I had no clue what I could do so I took my hand and jerked the wheel to the left to avoid a head on collision. The next thing I knew I was in a creek looking at a tree I remember wondering why I was there. I looked down at my hands and I saw blood and glass all over my arm and I saw my steering wheel
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.