Chapter 4 2001
Karl stood in the baseball field, practising his swing. He was alone. His friends were
all busy studying fpr a test. Karl had finished studying already.
"And it's outta here!" Karl yelled to himself as the ball flew into the bleachers on the
other side of the stadium. The call made a satisfying clang when it connected with the metal
seats.
He smiled a delightful smile as he dreamed of getting Ivy League collage's begging for
him to play on there team. Sure, he had gotten some offers already, but he wanted more.
"Third inning, bottom of the 9th. Bases loaded. Karl Toddman steps up to the plate. He
could win the game with a grand slam!" Karl joyously dictated to himself. He tossed a ball up
into the air and swung the bat. He hit it and it flew deep into left field. Someone caught the
ball bear handed. The person glanced at it with a small look of confusion before throwing it
back to Karl.
"Sorry man! I didn't see ya there" Karl yelled to the stranger. "Nice catch though!"
"You got some good game" the stranger said as he walked towards Karl.
"Thanks man" Karl said as he tossed up another ball and cranked it into the far back
wall.
"Very impressive" the man complemented again.
Karl smiled as he turned to pack up his stuff for the night.
When he turned, the figure that was in the field was already right infront of him.
"What the..." Karl started. But his question would go un-answered.
The firgure growled and jumped at his throat. Karl tried to move, but he was too slow.
It felt like the stranger had taken a barbaque fork and stabbed him in the neck. He tried
to scream and call for help. He tried to move to hit him, but his body felt weak.
So many thoughts went through his head. Mostly if he was going to die.
The pain only last about 2 minutes, and Karl was gone.
Karl stood in the baseball field, practising his swing. He was alone. His friends were
all busy studying fpr a test. Karl had finished studying already.
"And it's outta here!" Karl yelled to himself as the ball flew into the bleachers on the
other side of the stadium. The call made a satisfying clang when it connected with the metal
seats.
He smiled a delightful smile as he dreamed of getting Ivy League collage's begging for
him to play on there team. Sure, he had gotten some offers already, but he wanted more.
"Third inning, bottom of the 9th. Bases loaded. Karl Toddman steps up to the plate. He
could win the game with a grand slam!" Karl joyously dictated to himself. He tossed a ball up
into the air and swung the bat. He hit it and it flew deep into left field. Someone caught the
ball bear handed. The person glanced at it with a small look of confusion before throwing it
back to Karl.
"Sorry man! I didn't see ya there" Karl yelled to the stranger. "Nice catch though!"
"You got some good game" the stranger said as he walked towards Karl.
"Thanks man" Karl said as he tossed up another ball and cranked it into the far back
wall.
"Very impressive" the man complemented again.
Karl smiled as he turned to pack up his stuff for the night.
When he turned, the figure that was in the field was already right infront of him.
"What the..." Karl started. But his question would go un-answered.
The firgure growled and jumped at his throat. Karl tried to move, but he was too slow.
It felt like the stranger had taken a barbaque fork and stabbed him in the neck. He tried
to scream and call for help. He tried to move to hit him, but his body felt weak.
So many thoughts went through his head. Mostly if he was going to die.
The pain only last about 2 minutes, and Karl was gone.
