Watch Your Back

Watch Your Back

Joel Waldon

It was a cold night outside the old abandoned mental asylum. My friends and I had agreed to explore this place. “Let's do this,” I said bravely. It was surrounded by cold rusty steel fences with No Trespassing signs all over them to keep kids like us out. We approached the fences and climbed over them.The asylum had no lights and there was under growth on some of the walls.
“We made it!” Regan shouted.
“Be quiet,” Conor whispered ”we don’t want to be seen.” We discover a smashed window that was low to the ground and we crawled through it.

“This is insane,” Regan whispered .I whip out my ghost detector machine. The machine beeps when there is anything supernatural near us .We search through one room with lots of graffiti on the walls . In the middle of the room is a chair with some sort of headset attached to it. “Guys ,I think that is an electric shock chair,the ones they used for electric shock therapy,” I explained
“Well point the ghost detector at it, “ Regan said. I pointed the ghost detector at it but there was no beeping which was very odd ,so we hit it a little to get the batteries in place then ,nothing ,just nothing.

“Aw, It’s broken” I grunted but just as I said that there was a loud THUD in the long corridor. I pointed the ghost detector out the door and then beep beep beep ! There was a ghost somewhere in the corridor
“I-I think w-we should leave,”Regan stuttered.
“No,we need to do this,” Conor demanded.
“O-ok,” Regan muttered. A few minutes past and then we saw a strange message in blood on the wall reading”watch your back, hehe.” Once I read that, I wanted to go home. As we continued walking Regan and I were checking every single room for anything suspicious.
“ This is ridiculous, this place is just an abandoned asylum not a serial killer's house,” Conor blurted. What Conor didn’t know was that there was a dark figure approaching him while he was talking.
“Conor ,run,” I said

“There is nothing to worry about,” Conor replied
“ Conor there is a man behind you,” Regan shouted. Conor nervously peeked over his shoulder to find the dark figure running at him flailing his arms in the air like an inflatable person.
“AHHHHHH,” we all screamed until the crazy man was gone from our sights. We ran outside and hid behind some old rusty barrels.
“This guy is crazy” Conor panted
“Yeah,” I agreed ”what ever we do we must stick together, ok,”
“Ok,” Regan replied. We stayed behind the old barrels for a few minutes but then the man popped out from around the corner with a knife as shiny as a star.

There was dead silence for a minute until the man said” come out come out wherever you are boys” that was very unsettling so we jumped up and we sprinted to the fence and climbed over it as fast as we could. We turned around to find the man nowhere in site.

“Where did he go?” I blurted
“I don’t know but he’s no longer our problem,” Regan added.
“Let’s head home,” I said.
“Guys,I think I might stay here and take a few pictures of the man if I see him for the police,” Conor said
“ are you sure?” I added
“Yeah,” Conor replied
“Ok then,” I agreed.
It was the next morning and I arrived at school a bit late and I was talking to Regan about last night.
“Good morning class,” Mrs Puke said “does anyone know where Conor is,”

I looked at Regan, “ oh my god, Regan...”

Joel Waldon is an 11 Year old boy. He lives on a farm and when he isn't writing brilliant books you will find him moving cows or putting up fences.
He likes doing flips on trampolines and plays on his phone.He plays soccer and is a defender.