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Just My Luck; A story about a mind that likes to run.
Topic Started: Aug 13 2005, 06:19 AM (223 Views)
lamegamefixer
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This is a story about what actually happened to me. See, it was 3 am and i had WAAYYY too much coffee. I have a paper route over here in north dakota. It may not seem too scary to you, but if you were in my shoes, it might be.

btw, i am not finished with the story. I haven't added some of the parts where my mind starts to "run"(in asterisks) so if you have any ideas, just post. Added parts will be double-asterisked.


Just My Luck
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It was a normal Thursday morning in August, the alarm went off at
3:30 am and my mother had knocked on my door to wake me up. I
stumbled around my dark room to search for the cleanest clothes I
could find. I hadn't washed my clothes in weeks! I eventually found
the door handle by feeling my way around, and had grabbed my coffee
cup which was sitting on the corner of the kitchen table for me. As I
walked out to the living room I accidentally stepped on my cat's tail.
I screamed within my head as the scorching coffee froth spilled all
over my arm and the floor. He darted off to the living room as I
looked at my coffee-coated arm.

I got my shoes on after I finally got out to the living room. The
cat wanted to go outside, so I let him out as I stepped out the door.
As I walked the dark and gloomy path to the garage, my mother started
the car and the cat ran to a dark corner of the yard. I could see two
little green eyes leering at us as we drove off to the distribution
center where we picked up our papers. A group of rabbits had made
their burrow on the side of the road, which was in the middle of our
drive to our destination. As I started to fall asleep, I heard a loud
thud from the front of the car. My mom, being halfway asleep had hit
one of them. I looked at the mirror to see the little thing lie their
and twitch as it made its final attempt at life. I had never liked
seeing things die, and that had only made my day worse than it already
was. But I had no idea of what was to come.

We eventually picked up our 110 papers and started to drive to the
route, which was about three blocks away from our house. I decided to
change the way I walked my route, because it had started to become
bland. I was to walk my route backwards, and start at the man-made
lake. When we arrived at the route I got out of the car, and carried
my 40 papers, and looked over to the lake. I noticed the large
fountain in the middle of it was turned off at this time of the day.
I slammed the door shut, and a flock of birds peeped and squawked as
they flew away crossing the lake. I was hoping I hadn't awakened
anyone. My mom drove away having witnessed what had happened.

I looked at my map and tried to memorize part of my route. "Go,
Stop, Go, Go, Stop, Stop…" I said to myself as I walked to the first
house. This house had a ten foot walk to the door after I had walked
past their garage. It was a dark walkway and I had heard something
rustle in the corner by the door. I stepped into the middle of the
walkway and as I did, the motion lights illuminated the walkway. It
was then that I could see what was sitting in the corner. I realized
that it was only a cat. As I went on my knee to put the their paper
in the door, the little thing hissed at me and pawed me in the face.
Then it decided to run away, and then I realized what coincidence had
occurred. It was a black cat but I didn't look at it as something to
worry about, because with my luck, it couldn't get worse than it
already was.

I had only gotten to the last couple houses when the next event was
to occur. As I approached the house closest to Sheyenne Street, I
started to bag their paper, as they did not have a box or a storm
door. I went up their only step under a roof that stood over a
concrete porch. I looked up to their bow-window and peered inside out
of curiosity. I bit my tongue as I saw a figure of an elderly man in
the window. It was a very "different" experience for me, because I
have never seen someone else when I was doing my route at four in the
morning, with the exception of the occasional jogger. I waved to him,
but he just kept staring at me with a stern look on his face. I
tossed the paper to the door in a rush and it made a loud thump, but
he kept staring. I then started to turn around. I looked over my
shoulder quickly and realized he wasn't there. I ran as fast as I
could to the other side of the street while heading East.

I delivered to three houses while I was running, but the last house
did not have a storm-door. I sat on the step and started to wrap
their paper. It was then that I heard a door slam. I quickly looked
over to the house that I had ran from, and saw a man picking up his
paper. He tossed it inside his house, and started walking across the
street. My mind started to run. I was scared and I felt a
scared-sour shock on the sides of my tongue. I stumbled with the
paper, trying to bag it as quickly as I could. The bag slipped on
quickly but it was then that I realized that it had ripped all the way
along the side, because one of the corners had caught. I debagged the
paper and then reached for another bag. I remember on my 'Route List
Report' that this was the the Anderson house. I said to myself
"stupid Anderson's why don't you have a storm door, that one isn't
made for weather!" I decided to just toss the paper on their step,
without a bag and started to run to 1st street and around the block.

I then reached Estate's Drive and delivered to the scheduled houses.
I walked along the curvy road and noticed that ahead of me there was a
house with its porch lights on. I walked to their door, to go deliver
their paper. As I was about to do so my mind started to race without
me realizing it. *I was on their porch and the ghost I thought I had
seen earlier was running toward me. He then grabbed me by the neck
and started choking me by pressing his thumbs down on my neck.* It
then blurred out of my vision and I realized I was "day" dreaming. I
had been standing their for a while, and I looked behind me to see if
I had delivered to that house. I had, and there was someone looking
out the window parallel to the door. I turned and waved, then started
to walk away, heading south.

It was about four houses down that I heard something rustle across
the street. Scared, I smacked my bag of papers to make my awareness
known to them. I turned and stared across the street to the block,
nothing there. I checked my watch… 4:35, then started to walk away
from the house toward the next one. I approached their step, placed
the paper in the door, then turned and heard another rustle. I hit my
carrier bag of papers again, and proceeded to the next house. My mind
started to run again. *The man I saw in the window was across the
street from me. He started to say something, and he looked angry,
"You* My thought was disturbed by a sound. It was then that I could
hear footsteps.

They got louder, and louder. And my mind started to run, and run. I
quickly ran to the next house, "meh… another house with a 10 foot
corridor to the door" I said to myself. They did not have porch
lights, so I hid in the darkness. The footsteps still got louder, and
they started to get faster. Soon enough, I saw a figure come around
the corner of the block ahead of me. The sweat rolled off my
forehead, even though I could see my breath before my eyes. He then
came to a halt and leaned forward and grabbed his knees. He soon
started running again and it was then that I could see his face and I
couldn't believe my eyes. It was the man who was staring out his
window earlier!

I started to realize what had happened earlier, but I could not
explain the rustling. He had only been up to go for a jog in the
morning and maybe he just wasn't a morning person, so he looked angry.
I then felt safe to leave the corridor. It was good timing too,
because the jogger was starting to come closer. I walked out on to
the boulevard to talk to him, since he had waved for me to come over.
He said to me, "I'll be a-jogging every mornin' at about half-past
four, so you can just give me the paper when I come 'round the block."

I replied, "Okay, but I'll have to deliver to your house on Sunday,
or when its raining." He nodded and he started to run away. The sun
was almost up, the sky was starting to turn purple and the pitch-black
morning was gone. I continued on my route. But it still bothered me,
"what were those rustling noises I heard earlier" I said to myself. I
then heard another rustling noise behind me…

I then turned around. The noise started to get louder, and I
couldn't see what it was even though the sky had gotten brighter. It
was then that I heard a ratcheting noise, and it sounded like the
spray of a sprinkler. I looked to my left a little-bit. It was the
sprinkler this whole time! I then felt a wet spray between my legs.
I was standing in front of the sprinkler! It hit me between the legs
so it looked like I was wetting my pants. I said to myself, "Just my
Luck" and kept walking…
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