This short story is about a group of friends traveling to florida for spring break. They are all seniors in college who want to go out with a bang. Little did they know that was exactly what they were going to receive. When they arrived to their house one of the rooms had really dull colored yellow wall paper. As the week went on, the creepier it got. Most made it out alive, others will forever remain the house on the dirt road.
Three girls and and four men, driving to Florida to make memories that will last a lifetime. Their last spring break as college students was something that they wanted to hold on to forever. John, the one driving was getting fed up with all of the ghost stories of the house they rented. He shouted and drew the car to a stop at the side of the road. "Will you all shut up? Will you all just shut up for one second? If you don't shut up, we won't go anywhere. As they were driving there they encountered many strange things on the way. In a few minutes they saw a car some distance away on top of a hill, coming slowly as if the occupants were watching them. The road was about ten feet above and they could see only the tops of the trees on the other side of it. Behind the ditch they were sitting in there were more woods, tall and dark and deep. Amanda said she has a gut feeling something will go wrong this week. When they finally arrived to the house on the dirt road that they booked for the week they split up to see the rooms. The girls stayed in one room and immediately Amanda said, I don't like our room a bit. It was a room had a dull colored yellow paper and a funky smell that wouldn't quit, very creepy. John ran upstairs with a smile on his face, happy that they had the crappy room, said “ Damned unfair. Tragic really.” Amanda wasn't feeling right about this place the minute she stepped foot in the house. After getting ready for a night out, the men and Amanda were all in the living room when they heard something banging upstairs. Amanda was the only one who wanted to find out what it was. It came from the girls room. As she was staring into the wallpaper she saw a shadow of a woman trying to escape within the it. Something unnatural, uncanny. “I see her in that long shaded lane, creeping up and down. I see her in those dark grape ' arbors, creeping all around the garden.” she said to herself. Amanda heard a banging of the door and everyone yelling. She ran downstairs to three men with guns. She shouted “You’re the Misfit!” “Yes'm," the man said, smiling slightly as if he were pleased in spite of himself to be known, "but it would have been better for all of you, lady, if you hadn't of reckernized me.” With the little hope she had left seeing all of her guy friends dead on the floor she said, “I know you wouldn't shoot a lady!” And at that the man with the pistol raised the pistol and shot her right in the head.
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Sabatino
11/14/2017 11:21:32 am
I enjoyed reading this post -- seeing how you integrated language from other stories to round out your own narrative about characters being killed from a gun shot.
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