julians+story

It was a Friday in August, Friday the 13. it was after school, and Julian, Zak, and Sahil were over Julian's house hanging out. "Hey let's go hang out in the trails in the woods." blurted Julian killing the painful silence of the boys speechless video game playing. Zak and Sahil simultaneously agreed, and sprinted for Julian's back door. Julian had brought his James Bond repleca airsoft gun, just to shoot off a few rounds at the trees. He loaded it with his special metal b-bs. "So, whats the story behind that?" questioned Zak pointing at the run down tree house. It had been raining earlier, so there was water slowly dripping off the nails, cleverly placed as to hold up the threehouse just enough to support a persons weight. "It was built like 12 years ago. People called it the Devils Tree. The ledgend says that some teens came here drinking one day. The police found them all hanging by there feet... DEAD!!" shouted Julian making Sahil nearly jump out of his skin. " The police found all of them except for one, Billy, had never been found, but people say he still lives in the treehouse." Julian could see Sahil start to become scared, so he went on, "Their blood was spilled out on the ground saying 'Leave the Devils Tree' but thats just myth" "Sick!" shouted Zak " Lets go check it out" Zak, being the most daring ( or so he claimed) quickly scaled the tree until he reached the treehouse. Julian came next, then sahil. The most beautiful artwork that the three had ever layed their eyes on was carefully spraypainted onto the boards supporting their weight. There was also graffiti sprayed all over the boards saying BILLY and DEVILS TREE. " Hey lets go ride our bikes on that trail that those teens made" said Sahil, reminding them of their true purpose for being in the woods. They all hoped on their bikes and set out on the trail. Almost as quickly as they had started, they had stopped. Zak had popped his tire on a peice of glass from a beer bottle. "Walk your bike up and we'll meet you at the end of the trail and shoot off my b-b gun." stated Julian. Julian and Sahil sped up the trail to wait for the arrival of their friend, Zak. Zak let out a piercing shrill alarming Julian and Sahil that their friend was near death. As they sped down the hill the yell disappeared, and so did the juvenile life of their friend. As they arrived at the scene of the scream, they fell to the ground in grief. Zak had a switchblade inserted through his cornea stabbing into the pre-frontal cortex of his brain. Sahil, in shock, developed volatile diarrhea. they both tried franticly to use their cell phones to dial 911, but there was no service in the non-3g zone. before they set out to seek help, Sahil found a nice place behind a bush to "take care of business" " Don't come back here, no matter what noises you hear, this could get messy." informed Sahil. Julian had heard many a groan from scary movies, but none as intense as Sahils. After about 5 minutes of groaning, Julian had heard the loudest groan that could ever be made, and rushed to Sahils aid. Julian had recognized this sound from the movies, it was strangulation. It was too late for anyone to help, Sahil had marks of hands strangling him on his neck. Julian sprinted towards the treehouse, which was the safest place he could think of at the time. On his way through the woods, he tripped on a branch, twisting his ankle badly. He had to painfully limp his way to the splintering wood of the tree house, and heave himself up. He quickly loaded his b-b gun, but it was too late. By the time he had cocked the gun, Billy had pulled out his AK-47, and Julians brains had been splattered on the boards of the treehouse, as Billy had consumed yet another life of a Devils Tree victim.