Personal Narrative Fiction

Once they had ridden by the old house and arrived at Hidden Gap, relieved they were safe. Looking across the field, the ghost-like house surrounded by large trees with long limbs hanging around the house as though they were hugging it. It was lifeless and terrifying, yet taunting them to return. The eerie silence terrified the boys, which only made them ride faster.

“We shouldn’t have come this way. I better get my butt home before I get in trouble,” mumbled knowing it was dangerous.

“You’re right, it is frightening,” stilling trembling, Kenny said. The experience had been terrifying still it was exciting, now that they were safe.

“I promise, never to do that again,” Justin promised, riding toward Main Street and saw their friend Chuck’s

“I am looking for Chuck. Have you seen him?” Asked Leslie and looked away as tears filled her eyes. “We’ve been playing ball,” Kenny said. “Why are you looking for him?” Justin wanted to know when he noticed how upset she was.

“We need him to help us find Grandma Sue. They want him to come home and help find her.”

“Go on home and tell her, you cannot find him. I would help look for him, but my mom told me to get home after the game, and I am late. I hope they find her. Come on, Kenny we need to go,” Justin said, watching as Leslie rode up the road. Justin told Kenny he would see him later and hurried home to tell his mother about Chuck and Leslie’s grandmother being missing.

“Son, which club is she associated with, that is the only way I would recognize her?”

“Gee, I don’t know which club, she belongs to, I know she is Chuck and Leslie’s Grandmother, and they love her.”

“Son, understand if she is the woman I am thinking about she is trailer trash and not in the class of people with whom we associate. We can’t get involved with everyone’s problem.” Louise gestured with her rolling her eyes to let him know and she did not care about his friend’s