We all got into Denny’s car and zoomed off. Midway towards the carnival, the car started to putter.
“What the hell?” Denny exclaimed.
“You’re out of gas?” I asked.
“Shit! I gave you money for some gas!” George said.
“I did… almost full and I even got a chocolate bar with it!”
“Where did
you get it? Not that no name place nearby right?”
“….”
“Oh my god! Don’t you know, they
mix 90% sugar water with 10% real gas! You just got ripped off once again! Why
are you so bad luck?!? You lose all
“That’s harsh, come on, there’s a gas station across the street.”
We all got out and pushed the rusted car in shame. Everyone watched us as we passed through the intersection towards the gas station. Many drivers were honking in laughter and pointing out Denny’s dragon stickers. This made us azns look real bad.
“Damn shameful.”
After we got the car running again, I had to pick up the tabs because the rest of them were broke ass Asians. The gas was not cheap, especially when the gas dude had to suck out the sugar water from the engines. He charged very very high rates for labour.
Nonetheless, we got to the carnival and went to the carnie who was in charge of the haunted house. He told us that he didn’t see him leave but he did a search party and he didn’t find him in the house either. We said that he’s missing and since we looked sincere, he stopped the line from moving and let us in to search, accompanied by another carnie. We walked in, looking everywhere. Suddenly, Denny smell this odor, a rotten odor. He looked to his right and screamed. We turned and saw a field of hanged men like before. However, amongst the fake corpse, we saw a familiar face. It was Jonny. His mouth was opened, dripping blood. His body was slashed and the bloody corpse was gruesome. The cell phone sat below him. Impossible, that phone is in Denny’s toilet! The carnie flashed his flash light on him and we all screamed when we saw that his eyes were opened with tears of blood.
The cops came and brought us to the station for questioning.
“A phone call you say? From your own cell phone?”
“…yeah…”
“You and your friends, really… there is no such thing. It’s scientifically impossible.”
“But it’s true! It happened to my friend!”
“It’s a suicide. He was depressed.”
“No! It’s wasn’t! It was a phone call!”
“Thank you, goodbye.”
The officer opened the door for me to leave. While I was heading out, I felt someone following me. I got onto the streets and walked faster and turned into a dark alley. I hid behind a dumpster. The man followed and stood, turned around several times to find where I was. I waited for a chance and jumped out behind him. He turned around and I jumped like the matrix, almost stopped in mid air for a while and sacked him. The mysterious stranger fell.
“Argh, that… really… hurts…” the stranger said with his soft, deep voice.
“Who are you and why are you following me?”
“I know about your friends’ death, Valiant and Jonny. It happened to my sister too. I want to help…”
The stranger got up. A closer look at him shows a handsome
face. Dark mid length hair that flutters
through the air as the gentle wind came by.
The light blue eyes shone in the evening sun. Not only was he tall and handsome, he looked
good in his dark black suit. He looked
like a model. If
“You can help me?” I asked with a
weary voice, mesmerized by his looks. “He looked like Yuki from Gravitation manga except with black hair! Wow…” I thought.
“I’ll tell you the details later. Meet me at William’s Café tomorrow at this time,” he said, “by the way, I’m Jake. I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Ninja.”
My face turned red of embarrassment.
“I’m sorry! I thought you were some perv!”
Jake chuckled. “Thanks, always nice to see little girls aware of their surroundings. Don’t worry, I’m with the police department, here’s my badge. I’m doing some personal investigating but keep it a secret ok?”
I nodded as he walked away.