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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 05/09/2018
Play Ground Tunnels
Born 1999, M, from Wentzville, United StatesThe Playground Tunnels
I have to emphasize that this was a quiet, peaceful town. A kind of town where kids could leave the house and take part in a short journey to the playground.
As I always do, I chucked my book bag onto my bed and began to change into my play clothes. Within seconds, I was out the door and across the street on my way to the playground so I could get lost in the tunnels with my two closest friends, Chris and John. We were gonna play our favorite game: murder. It’s just like playing hide and seek except for when you get caught, the seeker would have to ‘murder’ you. Pretend, obviously.
It was nearing winter because I remember trying to warm myself up as well as find a good hiding spot within the tunnels.
John was the seeker and was the best at it. He usually finds us within two minutes or so.
Chris had wandered off from me to find a spot of his own. I was alone. It must have been around 10 minutes, but for me it felt like a hour. Just like most six year olds do when they get bored with something.
I quit.
“I GIVE UP!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the tunnels.
I hear shuffling outside the tunnels. Something's not right. John usually congratulates the last person “alive” or either complains about us cheating or hiding in the tunnels. Nothing but shuffling, footsteps crunching on the dry grass.
“It’s time to come home now.” It was an unfamiliar voice that sounded like a grown man trying to talk to a kid.
I go stiff when I see a silhouette of someone with a larger figure than me.
Play Ground Tunnels(Jaylen DeArman)
The Playground Tunnels
I have to emphasize that this was a quiet, peaceful town. A kind of town where kids could leave the house and take part in a short journey to the playground.
As I always do, I chucked my book bag onto my bed and began to change into my play clothes. Within seconds, I was out the door and across the street on my way to the playground so I could get lost in the tunnels with my two closest friends, Chris and John. We were gonna play our favorite game: murder. It’s just like playing hide and seek except for when you get caught, the seeker would have to ‘murder’ you. Pretend, obviously.
It was nearing winter because I remember trying to warm myself up as well as find a good hiding spot within the tunnels.
John was the seeker and was the best at it. He usually finds us within two minutes or so.
Chris had wandered off from me to find a spot of his own. I was alone. It must have been around 10 minutes, but for me it felt like a hour. Just like most six year olds do when they get bored with something.
I quit.
“I GIVE UP!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the tunnels.
I hear shuffling outside the tunnels. Something's not right. John usually congratulates the last person “alive” or either complains about us cheating or hiding in the tunnels. Nothing but shuffling, footsteps crunching on the dry grass.
“It’s time to come home now.” It was an unfamiliar voice that sounded like a grown man trying to talk to a kid.
I go stiff when I see a silhouette of someone with a larger figure than me.
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