I was driving my brothers to a highway. It was just the three of us. We were heading to meet our father to hang-out under an overpass. It was late. We were just going to party. I am 18. This was like the last hoorah before college. We just arrived when my father stepped out of the car. After a bit of partying, we packed up. My dad took us all in his car and started driving down the highway. We suddenly remembered that we had left my car. So he let me out and I walked back to the overpass. I got there pretty quick. I saw a porta-potty of to the corner. I heard a loud crash. A man had just jumped down from the railing of the overpass. He had a gun in hand. I scrambled for the bathroom. I jumped in and locked the door. The man fired off some shots towards me. I pulled out my gun. Yes, I had a gun in my pocket. How he hadn't broken his legs from that fall I didn't know. I fired some shots from in the bathroom. I hit him in the leg. I knew because after I shot the bullet through the door, I heard a yell. I shot once more. Only, this time, it hit his lung. I took this as my chance to run. I opened the door. The man was walking away. I jumped in my car and drove away. When I got home, I ran into the house. My family ran to me and hugged me. They heard what had happened. They turned on the T.V. The man had been found dead. I decided that I was going to go to sleep. The next morning, I decided to go with two friends to pay my respects. I wanted to prove that I wasn't scared, after all, I didn't know what he had been through. So as we all entered the morgue, we put on masks. We weren't exactly supposed to be in here. We were using the masks to hide our faces. My friends came because they had nothing better to do. We saw his dead body on a slab. He was dressed nicely. As I was examining him, one of my friends pulled out a knife. He slit the dead man's throat. I shrieked! Why do such a thing? I took them both to the side and yelled at them. Only when we turned around to examine the damage, we saw his damaged body parts reconnect. My friends were shaking. One grabbed the knife and cut the man's foot off. Only, it just popped right back on. We started backing away. The man's eyes opened. He sat up and pointed at me grinning. We ran out of the morgue. We were close to my house when both my friends tripped. The man caught them and tore them up. They were screaming at me. They were screaming, run away. I ran, knowing this was about to happen to me as well. Terrified, I bolted through our gate.
CONTINUATION: My brother greeted me there. I told him to get to the house. When he saw the man behind me, he didn't even look back. We reached the house door. My mother opened it quickly and shut it. The man pushed with such force that she was thrown back from the impact. He cracked the door open a bit. He was grinning. This was the last thing I would see. Fun Fact: This was based on a real nightmare.
