Wednesday, March 7, 2007

The knife

I have lived in the same neighborhood for my entire life. Have known all of the same people. And everything has always seemed so normal and safe. I would run up to my best friend's house every night to go play with her and my parents would not have the slightest worry in their heads. One night, my friend and I were sitting in my window-seat which looked out to the front of the house. I saw something move in the bushes across the street. The same bushes that I have just ran past a couple of hours earlier. "What is that?" We stared in the direction and the bush moved more. Then we saw a head of a man peek over towards us. He had caught us. Or had be caught him? Was this Jim who lived next door? Chuck up the street? No, this man was scared that we have seen him. He tried to hide, but we knew he was there. The next morning I woke up only to go outside and try to piece together what had happened the night before. I walk outside and am looking towards the bush on the other side of the road, when I notice something a little closer. I looked down on the grass right in front of my house and there was an huge, old rusty knife laying on my grass. Was this man trying to threaten me? To this day we have no idea who this man was or what he had meant by this knife.

2 comments:

Brooke said...

oops instead of ..."had be caught him?" its "Had we caught him?"

michael said...

I can't believe that I didn't know about this! Carlsbad does have some creepers.