The+House+Adventures

The House Adventures By: Patrick Haug “Shoot,” he said. It was a Thursday after school. Mike and I were blaring “Don’t Stop Believing” and singing along at the top of our lungs. That’s when he said, “shoot”. I didn’t hesitate to look back because where we were, when somebody said shoot you ran. We were dodging stumps and branches as we sprinted back through the forest. Not really explaining to me what was happening Mike and I stopped to catch our breaths. After about 10 seconds he said, “Patrick, we need to keep going” but I disagreed and said, “No we are fine.” “We need to keep going, trust me,” said Mike. Right then we heard the cracking and crunching of twigs and leaves as someone was walking across them and a very unhappy voice saying “HEY YOU, YOU KIDS STOP!!” WE both booked in different directions without even looking back, knowing that if he caught us the outcome would not be good. We both ran like there were ten cops chasing us for robbing a bank. I ran across the street and hid in someone’s backyard hoping that the person didn’t see me and come find me. I waited there for about five minutes until I thought the scene was safe. Then I started walking back the long way so I wasn’t risking running into Mr. Grumpy. As I was walking back, I called my cell phone hoping that Mike made it away and had not been caught, and because I had his phone and he had mine. He answered. The thing was that it wasn’t him answering the phone. It was an old voice, a voice that was not familiar, yet it seemed like I had just heard it. That was when it hit me; Mike wasn’t fast enough, not strong enough to get away, and at that very moment he was scared out of his mind, standing next to the one and only “Mr. Grumpy”. I lost my breath couldn’t string together any words. Just mumbles. The only thing I could do was hang-up and wonder, how, how do I get him away, without putting myself at risk. I started walking again and when I got to my street Mike was standing next to him. I decided to be a distraction. I ran toward them and it worked, he bit. He started towards me when he got far enough away I screamed at Mike to run, and then I ran too. Running like there were ten cops chasing me I caught up with Mike. We ran back through the forest, through backyards and hopping over fences. We lost him. As we were walking back home again, we decided we would not be going back, but that did not mean we wouldn’t be going back again, because we were just getting started.