Trapped

Thriller Stories | Dec 19, 2014 | 2 min read
36 Votes, average: 3 out of 5
Those children did this to me, horrible little evil children. So many of them, that as much as I struggled to get free the more they laughed. Boys and girls, I never knew little girls could be this rotten inside to do this.

They dressed me with ratty old clothes and with rusty nails pinned me to a tree. I was left to rot in the weather with no shoes and an old ball cap stapled to my head. I have been left with no food or shelter out in the middle of this field. I am in terrible pain from the nails holding me off the ground and the rough bark of the old oak tree against my back. When they were done they turned and smiled at me with evil little faces, Pointing and laughing. I try to cry out for help but I have no voice. I try to turn my head but cannot move. Terrible pain!

I awaken to darkness and the ice cold wind chilling me to my core. Dim lights of the cars on the road in the distance are but a tease as they are too far off to see me or hear me if I could yell. Tickling of spiders scampering under my clothes and ants now crawl on my face as the darkness has fallen. Crunching of corn stalks behind me as someone or something approaches. How did I get here? Why have they done this to me? Please someone help me!

Daylight brings warmth to my frigid damp body. I see two hunters with guns crossing the field in front of me and I try to holler for help but no voice. I try to wave my hands but can't move. One of the men stopped and actually looked at me but did not help! I am trapped, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!

Crossing the field with his partner Roy packed his cheek with tobacco and was looking forward to his day of rabbit hunting. The sun is warm on his face and his partner Bob had said this is a great field for big fat White-tailed Jackrabbit. As they trudge closer to the old oak tree Roy suddenly stops in his tracks. "What the hell is that" Roy whispers. "Oh, that's some old scarecrow, It's been there since I was a kid" Bob says. Damn thing gives me the creeps thinks Roy. The rest of the day goes on and the two men joke and talk as they hunt. Roy feels uneasy though, the images of the old scarecrow and feeling of pain deep in his soul will be with him for the rest of his existence

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