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Trip through Hell

“I took my suitcase and snatched a knife from the cupboard. I grabbed a lantern, lit it, and put it around my arm. I was set. I was getting out this mayhem.”
I didn’t even want to come here. I was planning a little vacation at the Bahamas, with the sun shining down on my body at the beach. I wanted to get a nice tan and come back to Azerbaijan. But there is no sun here. There’s nothing. No real humans, no conversation, no stores, absolutely nothing. I made the biggest mistake on trusting that airport lady when she recommended me to visit this place. I thought her red eyes were contacts, but now I know they were eyes of true evil.
The clues started to pop up when I first stepped foot in this place. On the highway, I remember seeing a sign. It read, “WELCOME TO YUKON – POPULATION – 30 750” except the word “YUKON” was replaced with “HELL”, and “30 750” was replaced with “0”. I ignored it because I thought that a few teenagers were making a joke, but soon found out it was no joke. This place really was hell. I got introduced by Jacob, the tour guide that I hired from home. He wasn’t like the others. He actually talked, laughed, and had an expression. All around me I could see forests. It was cold, almost frost-bite-cold, but it wasn’t snowing. The forests looked like barriers and it made you feel like you were trapped.
“You’ll like it here, Mr. Drogger. Just don’t get too involved with the people here. Stay in your house, do your thing, and make sure you have your outside lamps switched on at night. You don’t want stray animals thinking your house is a place for them! Hahaha!” he explained.
“Thanks Jacob. I hope this place is worth the money.” I said. “So, do you guys do anything for fun at night? Party? Drink? Anything?”
“Oh no, Mr. Drogger. We often stay inside our cabins when the moon rises. In the day time, go outside and sit under a tree or something. It’ll be safer for you.” he stuttered.
“Safer?” I asked.
“Let’s go to your cabin, sir! We’ve wasted enough time already.” he quickly said, starting to head to the cabin.
I checked my watch. It was 2:32 PM, and I decided that I would take a nap until 4:00 PM then roam around the place to find some people to talk to.
I woke up at 4:02 PM, washed my face, and ate a yogurt I found in the fridge. I went out my cabin and walked around the area. There was nobody outside. I decided to follow the trail through the forest to maybe find some houses. To my surprise, I found a bar. It wasn’t like any bar—it was amazing. Two stories high, red glowing LED lights, thick black windows and an outstanding choice of colors on the walls; sort of like a mixture of pink, red and light orange. It was like I was in a dream. For the first time on this vacation, I felt a feeling of joy and relaxation.
But this joy was quickly overcome by feelings of fear and terror. As I entered the bar with my arms flailing around, feeling like a happy man, the bartender lady came up to me and stood about a 10cm from my face. Her face was pale white, her outfit was a black leather robe, and her nails were painted in red but were chipped away at the edges. I looked into her eyes and they glowed from black to a light orange. Suddenly she fainted in my arms, but I couldn’t hold her up. I fell onto my knees, and then the force was so strong that it pinned me on the ground. It was like a 1000lb boulder on my body.
All around me I could hear whispers and laughter, of little kids screaming and older adults yelling. The sounds were so loud that I could feel my ears getting wet with blood. My eyes were slowly starting to fade to dark, and as an instinct, I reached for my eyes to see if my eyelids were closed. My eyes were gone. My eye socket was smushy and slimy, and then I saw my hand was turning into bone. My whole body was turning into a skeleton.
And then I woke up. I was sweating, panting, gasping for air. I quickly checked my watch; it was 11:50PM. The moon was up. I looked outside and quickly noticed that my outdoor lights were switched off. I ran outside to switch them on, and my door slammed behind me. The sound vibrated my body and I was sweating like crazy. I glimpsed behind me for a second and I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the lady from the bar. I took her hand, twisted it until it snapped, then kicked her to the ground and delivered a punch into her temple. I didn’t care if she was evil or not. All I knew was that I had to get back home.
I ran to the back of the house and found a small glass bottle. I smashed the end of it on my cabin window and crawled inside. I took my suitcase and snatched a knife from the cupboard. I grabbed a lantern, lit it, and put it around my arm. I was set. I was getting out this mayhem.
All around me I could see little kids crawling towards me on the ground, with blood filled eyes. One of them was running towards me and, no matter how fast I ran, it caught up and tore the skin of my back. I fell to the ground, wounded. With little power left, I grabbed the knife in my hand and stabbed it into the neck of the kid. I didn’t even feel bad, it looked more of like a leprechaun who’s been beaten up and thrown in a dungeon for all its life.
As I was laying there looking at the stars, I hoped I had never come here. I hoped that I would just be home doing nothing but sleeping and watching T.V. But then I heard an engine. A car engine. Then a car horn. I wished to my heart and soul that it was Jacob, and before I knew it, I was behing hauled up into his car. Though we ran over about 200 “demon kids”, we finally speeded into the highway.
“What the hell were you thinking when you brought me here, Jacob?” I asked him.
“Look Mr. Drogger, I… I didn’t think it would get this crazy. I told everyone not to send any more people to this hell of a place. But they wouldn’t listen. They needed the money that it gave them.” he murmured.
“Just get me back home damn it, this all still feels like a dream.” I replied, and then quickly passed out.
I awoke in the hospital, the nurse waiting on top of my body.
“Everything’s going to be fine Adam,” she said. “You got a few stitches on your back—nothing too big.”
I looked at her normal bright face, and remembered that bartenders face. It was an unforgettable image. I tried to clear my mind, somehow forget about everything that happened in these past few days. But I knew it wasn’t possible. This memory would last with me forever.

Jiggen

Nov 2 2010, 10:34 AM

TL;DR

SeaNanners

Nov 2 2010, 07:26 AM

I squeezed in a little sexual remark for those sick minded people who would notice it.

Mushy

Nov 3 2010, 11:22 PM

SeaNanners

Nov 2 2010, 07:26 AM

I squeezed in a little sexual remark for those sick minded people who would notice it.

How is it sick-minded to notice it? It's not as if the sentence has a double meaning. The only question was whether it was a vocabulary error or not.