It was an eerie, moonless night. The streets were asleep and the storm raged with fury as I drove towards the mannequin store. I had a late-night shipment which was to be delivered before tomorrow. The engine stopped rumbling and I stepped out of the huge truck and began to head towards the factory. The factory looked neglected and layered with dust and cobwebs. It was very foreboding. The lights flickered like spasms, as I approached a group of brusque men who held the mannequins wrapped in bubble wrap, and proceeded to load the truck. An uncanny feeling perceived me but I bluntly avoided it.
I noticed that the mannequins weren’t wrapped appropriately but disregarded it as my imagination. The colossal factory was teeming with ghastly spiders and filthy roaches. Revolting, misty mildew assaulted my senses as I jogged back to the truck. Disembodied mannequins lay scattered across the place making it eerier. I scrolled through my phone as I awaited the loading process when suddenly I heard a popping sound coming from the phantom darkness of the truck, faint but unmistakable. I jolted myself onto the truck and began driving. I clenched my scrawny, sweaty hands as a scent of pipe or cigarette filled the infinitesimal driver’s area. The blaring sounds began to intensify distracting me even more.
The door creaked open as I tried to see what caused it. All of a sudden, through the corner of my eye, a silhouette emerged and an arm grabbed my shoulders. I shrieked and I leaped out of my seat sending me grabbling across the street. Blood came coursing down in a never-ending cascade and the next time I woke up, I lay in a hospital bed, unable to convince anyone about what had happened.
Arhan Shah: Grade 9A
