Crazy Lady Bagged
Up and Thrown into Kidnapper’s Rusty Basement like Trash
All I could
hear in that cold empty room was my own hysterical laughing. I’ve been trapped here for … so long that I
can’t even remember. Ever since the
driver asked me if I needed a ride, and then bagged me up and threw me into
rusty basement like trash, I have been cut off from society.
Other than
the granola bars and juice boxes that are stuffed under the metal door, all I
have is my own imagination. You might
call me crazy talking to myself, and laughing at my own jokes, but I prefer to
think of myself like the guy from Castaway, except instead of trapped on a
deserted island, I am locked inside of my kidnapper’s basement.
I can see
the man in the van that kidnapped me even now.
He was old and the remainder of his grey hair was balding away – his
head was quite shiny. I would not have
taken his ride, but I was running late for my best friend Wanda’s 21rst birthday
party and we were all going barhopping.
As I got into the strange man’s car, I started primping myself with the
reflection off of his bald head because there were no mirrors in his car. Soon, I realized that the entire interior of
his van was stripped of metal so that I could not open the door. I began to panic.
I grabbed
for my pepper spray and pointed it in between his eyes. Unfortunately, it was pointed back at me and
I maced myself in the face. My eyes felt
like they were going to burn off of my face.
I was completely blinded. I
screamed, but the creepy old man just chuckled sinisteringly. I may have been blinded, but in my head I
could still see that nasty bald head laughing at me.
I reached
for my phone and called speed dial 1, my bestie. Unfortunately, the elderly man caught on and duck
taped my mouth shut. I screamed, “Help
me, Wanda! I just got kidnapped by an old guy in a van!”, but it just came out
as a murmur. I could only faintly hear
her yell “Are you drunk already!?” before she hung up on me.
By the time
he finally locked me up in his basement, I had almost recovered from painfully
blinding myself accidently in both eyes enough to be able to see again. Now, I have been down here so long I am not
sure how many weeks or even months it has been.
He is probably planning to fatten me up and bake me into a pie! For all I know, the last time my friends and
family will see me is on the nine o’ clock news. I can already picture the headlines: “Naive
Hitchhiker is baked into Human Meat Pie by City’s Cannibal.”
As I was
crouched next to the thick steel door separated me from freedom, I heard faint
footsteps that were so light I would not have heard them, except for the fact
that I have been locked in a basement with only my dead silence for the past
weeks. The sound of a crinkling granola
bar wrapper came closer and closer to my door.
With the sight of the slightest tip of his pointer finger, I grabbed and
just kept on pulling. I pried every one
of his little piggies out from under that door until he screamed begging me to
stop – but I knew who still had the key.
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