I'M SCARED OF THE MONSTERS
CHAPTER 1
It was a cold, wet day. It was raining so hard it was as if God were to pour down a bucket over the earth. We were playing dodgeball, my least favorite game. I might have liked it had not I been the one pelted with them in the face all the time. It was the popular kids and the other kids (you can guess where I was). Luckily we were able to pick off a few of them, and in time the only ones left were me and some athletic person. As far as I was concerned, I cannot throw so I would get out. But Jim was sort of nice, so my out would be peaceful. But some of the kids got out of jail and started throwing at me with the spare balls. Mike hit me in the face. Hard. On purpose. I ran into the woods beyond the blacktop. You're not sypposed to go back there, but I do anyway. So do many other kids. It is legend that beyond the other side of the Big Oak lies ghosts and other monsters. I always cross behind it anyway. I do hear whispers of the dead, though. I have a hole behind the Big Oak which I go to when
ever I am intimidated. It has clearing in the log where lots of Play-Doh resides, I scavenge what I can to make it grow so large, that I can become the world record holder of the largest playdoh sculpture ever. I'm a ways through; the ball is probably bigger than my hands cupped in a ball. I decided it would be high time to think of something to sculpt, and then I heard that whispering again. It usually occurs when I get to and from behind the Big Oak, but it got louder, to a fshsfhshfhhshshhhshshhhshshshshshshshSHSHSHHSHSHHHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSBSHSSH
BOOM.
I climbed out of the hole and there was a boy. Maybe 2, 3 years older than I and wearing very peculiar clothing. But what stood out most was the Pine Tree on his hat.