Life in the Jugle

December 13, 2010
By Anonymous

It’s Friday night and really late, the party just ended and it seems like the night is dead and gone now. The as I start to walk home, still thinking about the night, I hear something in the dark that I can’t see. I try to focus on what might be coming towards me, but all I can do is hear the person walking toward me. I wasn’t scared, but I was thinking, “What if this person is drunk and wants to fight me or mug me?” All I know is that anything is possible in New York in the middle of the night. I don’t know this side of town too well, so I will say I am a little shaken up about what might be about to happen. I hear a loud noise and see a bright flash. It went dark—

I am waking up. I am in an old broken down house. I don’t know where I am or what is happening. Everything is a blur. I can’t remember the party, the walk home… but I haven’t made it home! I don’t know where I am. Maybe I have been kidnapped! I am not tied up. I am in strange place. I wonder, “Am I dead?” All of the sudden I hear a loud noise coming from outside. I opened the door to look out, and I see a huge, horrific monster looking right at me. Drool drips from fangs that must be 2 inches long. I can hear the fierce growls from the monster as it leaps toward me. As my vicious attacker sinks his sharp fangs into my shoulder, I wake from my dream.

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