This story is true. This story is nothing but the truth. You have Uma's word. Whatever that means.
The transition from slumber to waking was so gradual it seemed that my
dreams of the night had become the nightmares of dawn. It seemed to
have been the most average of mornings; there were sprinklers softly
spraying, the crickets murmurous chirping, and the wind gently blowing.
Who could have foreseen the ominous situation before us? As myself and
two others strolled along , out of the corner of our eyes we saw a dark
figure begin to rise. The shadow wasn’t a stray cat or lost dog. It
was a full grown destitute man, he started to approach us "Where are
you?", he said as if looking for a single cloud in the fog. The three
of us slightly trembled and gave the drunken fellow a blank stare. The
person’s questions did not cease, as expected by our group, the
questions only quickened. "Who are you?", says the darkened figure.
This time our teeth were starting to rattle and our pace had sped.
"Whats your name?", persistently says the grungy man. We are almost on
verge of tears by now, our lips quivered, and our faces blanched from
fright. Then at once one of my companions dug her fingers into the
flesh of my arm and whispered in my ear to run, we broke into a canter
and raced off. The bus stop was in our vision now and we stopped to
catch our breath from the incessant running, in hopes to escape the
sight of the grotesque man. From afar we watched him trip over his
uncoordinated feet trying to walk straight, instead he had only
succeeded in walking side to side then toppling over. All of our blood
vessels were racing, pumped with adrenaline, watching the ugly man try
to follow us. In the distance we saw the bus’s red lights, alas our
sanction from horror would be here momentarily. We thought that we were
safe from the homeless villain who was haunting our every muscle.
Though it was not over with one last attempt to reach us, a large putrid
had lunged at us, we cringed with apprehension. Finally the bus had
come, providing from our refuge the scary tipsy old man, and we scurried
onto it. The astonishing events that happened in that one morning could
have only been predicted by Nostrodamous, but all my friends and I had
with us were a pair of legs for running and our veins the pushed us
forward with an outflow of amphetamines.
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