Boy's Cabin-Personal Narrative

As I slowly approached her lifeless body, the thunder roared and rain poured. The rain was fast, but steady. My eyes started to become more blurry by the second.
” I have to get out of here," I say aloud even though there was no one to listen. I sprint with all my might back to Misty Point Lodge, the cabin where we were staying. I need to call the cops. I careen as I run through the trees. I hear a branch break deep in the woods. I’m too scared to turn around, I keep running. I finally get back to the cabin. I hop up the steps only to realize I don't have the key to get in. I stand on the potted plants to look through the window. I look in to see a boy.
He looks about my age, but he is wearing all black. I can really only depict about half his face. I feel the clay pot crack beneath my feet. I hastily jump off but the pot shattered anyway. I see the front door nob start to turn. I quickly log on my stomach next to the stairs. The front door becomes ajar as the boy opens it. He has something in his hand but I can not make out what it is. The door closes so I stand on another pot. I can finally see what those objects are, they are guns. In this moment I knew I was in danger and there was nothing I could do but get as far away as I could. …show more content…
I keep running. I can still barely see, with the rain and my tears. I trip over a tree root and tumble into the dirt. I try to get up as fast as I can but, I'm stuck. I hear footsteps louder than the rushing rain. I examine my surroundings for something to hide myself. I spot a huge branch with an assortment of leaves I chuck it over my body, praying not to be seen. I see the identical silhouette to the one that was in the cabin. He walks right past me and I stay as silent and waited until he was far enough away to get up. I pry my shoe from the branch, I am freed from the trees

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