The Wrong Turn down Slang Hollows Lane

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Arissa, a British poet, had gotten into deep trouble; one wrong turn down the road and she would have to accept the fact that death was approaching her, very soon! This is her story.
As Arissa and Nicholas, Arrissa’s younger brother, a mechanic, were headed on their way home after a late night party, they were about to encounter a real thrill, their last one! While they drove, Arissa had a sense that something dreadful was going to happen.
As they went down the empty- deserted highway it started to rain quite heavily. Arissa could hear the spattering of the raindrops crashing onto the window. Slowly she started to shut her eyes, due to exhaustion.
Suddenly, because of the abundant rain and wind, Nicholas lost control of the car. Twisting and turning, unable to gear it, they landed in a place neither of them knew.
“OH MY GOD! Sweet baby Jesus! Wh-where on Earth are w-we?” Arissa asked cautiously. “I… have...no idea!” replied Nicholas in terror.
Puzzled and frightened, Arissa pressured her brother to make a right turn. With all the screaming and heavy breathing from Arissa, it caused Nicholas to follow her instructions, which he rarely did. But, it wasn’t the right turn, it was a wrong turn, a wrong turn down Slang Hollows Lane!
As the car slowly made its way through the dark-creepy lane, which was surrounded by a swamp and dead trees, supernatural events started to happen!
When the car started to make unusual noises, Arissa knew that couldn’t be good. As the noises increased the car slowed down. Several seconds later it finally came to an abrupt stop right in front of a sign. This brought shivers down Arissa’s spine; it read: “You have successfully reached half way through Slang Hollows Lane.” It was then Arissa knew tha...

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...d a devious serpent smile on his face, that made Arissa feel as if her spine was replaced with ice. It was no mistake on Arissa’s part. That ghostly figure was holding a solid-pointy axe in his hand. IT WAS DEFINITELY AXE MAN!
As Axe man slowly approached Arissa she knew that there was a possibility of her surviving if she made a run for it. So, Arissa turned back, preparing to run as fast as she could when, suddenly, Slang Worchay came right in front of her. He became infuriated. He yelled in his deep-shuddery voice, which gradually increased in volume. “You dare to ESCAPE ME?!”.”No…b…u…,”stammered Arissa, unable to defend herself. SLASH!
The last thing Arissa saw was a little shine of the reflection from his axe! Once again, Slang Worchay demonstrated his uncontrollable temper and unforgiving nature I grew up with everyday.

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