Spectral Forest(Old)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


This story is about a kid who is framed for murder

Submitted: May 29, 2018

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The Unexplained Cave

 

 

I remember the day like it was just yesterday. The night was cold, there is never any people in the forest. Legend has it that tribes used to do ceremonies in that very place. The caves are full of surprises and many creatures that can kill you in one bite. Ritidian beach was close by and only tourist have ever touched the sand. None of the townsfolk are even allowed to go close by it. But there’s a reason my friends have never forgot my name Jack. I'm the biggest daredevil Guam is ever going to see.

 

I went into the forest to try and find the nearest cave because of the nearby storm. Then this pig comes over to attack me. I prepare for impact but the pig comes to cuddle up onto my lap. I sat there for a long time and decided to call him Rueben after one of my favorite sandwiches. I keep poking my head out but the butterflies and bees keep going in my face so I decide to wait.The pig snorted as loud as it could but nothing happened.

 

It has been five hours but nothing has happened. I felt like I should just go find my way home by memory. But before I could Reuben ran as quick as he could into the cave. I couldn’t find him but I saw these weird pictographs. I decided to touch one and I this guy tells me you're under arrest. I didn’t understand why he wanted me to be cuffed. But before I could ask I went into the car and went to the police station.

 

I saw my parents and they looked very disappointed in me. Not for touching the pictograph but for sneaking out of the house without their permission. I wanted to tell them that it was for a school project but it was pretty obvious they weren’t going to believe me. I tell them im sorry but my dad gets even grumpier.

 

I go home and I was grounded from leaving the house until I was 16. My dad then came in my room and slapped me in the face. I decided to go to sleep for the night. Then the pig from earlier found me and started scratching the window in the middle of the night. I opened the window and let him in. I kept doing this for a month until Rueben brought me a skull. I tried to give it back to him but he kept pushing it into my room. I opened my drawer and put the skull in there and locked it. I tried to keep it a secret until I turned 15 and my parents wanted to grab one of my old photos to their friends in there. One of the friends called the police and I was convicted of murder because I had no evidence. 13 years later im able to come out because the dna was from somebody who died 200 years ago. Moral of the story, don’t do stuff that people tell you not to.

 


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