We all undergo near death-defying moments in our lives. Moments that will forever be engraved within our memories causing us to shiver at the recollection. Moments where our life truly does flash before our eyes and we realize that none of those past memories matter. Nothing matters but trying to survive those next couple minutes. I am a survivor. And this is my story.
My story takes place two nights ago on September 4th, 2010 in the most desolate, remote part in all of Ashland, Oregon: the lake dock.
My darling cousin Emily, conjured up the brilliant idea to go stargazing down at the local lake dock. This idea would have been slightly more appealing if wind speeds weren’t blowing at a whole 14 mph and if I brought my poop-colored jacket along. But, alas, I proceeded to freeze my ass off.
Our party consisted of me, sister Diana, Emily, and her tough yet scrawny friend China. We all climbed into her set of wheels and slowly drove ourselves to our impending doom. We arrived at the lake dock and ventured down the rocky hill to sit and freaking stargaze. While we were walking down, myself tripping over rocks periodically, we heard a noise in the distance. We could not see anything within a foot. I could hardly make out my huge-ass nose. It was pitch black and we all depended on our cell phones to illuminate the ground beneath. My sister Diana asked, “Hello? Is that a dog?” assuming the dog would give an answer of some sort. I almost wished it was a dog so I could have used it as my own seeing-eye dog. My feet did not appreciate the treatment it was receiving and a moderately sized dog could have carried me to safety or something.
But, this sound was not being made by a dog at all, but by some couple: a boy and a girl. What was strange was that they didn’t answer my sister’s inquiry but instead gave out a little chuckle. We probably interrupted their little romantic rendezvous but I could’ve cared less. My ass had goose-bumps.
The four of us finally made it to the dock equipped with only a wool blanket to keep us warm. We all had to huddle up to try and produce any heat we could muster but the wind was too strong. I felt as if we could’ve blown off the dock at any second. Any joy that was supposed to be associated with this activity was slowly dwindling. We were officially the only people down by the dock…so we thought.
As we were complaining about how cold it was, we heard a figure in the distance crack a stick or stub his toe, or something. I was sure it was nothing but just to be safe I yelled out, “Don’t worry guys I’m carrying a really big sword with me.” I knew that would have intimidated any intruder. But ten seconds later we hear heavy footsteps on the dock approaching where we were. These footsteps gave off a sound conveying this figure was heavy, most likely wearing boots that could crush our skulls. I did not like the sound either way and my goose bumps began to multiply. We all looked towards the shore and eventually the silhouette of a tall, dark clothed figure began to appear. I then proceeded to shit my pants.
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