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Restavega · 05-08-2004, 06:38 PM

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ost_uid0="Roll"]The story I am about to tell you is something I have not told many people. Not even my own parents know about this story, and since I have decided that it would be best for me to reveal a little bit more about my past to everyone who is an actual part of my life, I have decided that you should know as well. Plus, it makes for a very insane story.

This story dates back to when I was still in New York, and when I was around 5 years old. Now, at the time, I was in New York (as I said), but I was living in Long Island all of my life in New York. My families (my mother and my father were divorced a considerable amount of time before then) both lived near the same forest, and in the same town. The forest itself became the town park, and it was a very beautiful place to visit when you wanted to just relax.

In any case, one day in mid-autumn, I decided that I wanted to go into the park and walk around a little bit. Me being the independant little bundle of responsible energy that I was, I went alone (with my fathers permission of course). Now, this was a very unusual day to take a walk, because the winds were strong and the sky let down small droplets of rain that could wake even Sleeping Beauty from her slumber with one cold touch. It rained softly, though, so I didn't bother to turn around and go back. Instead, I ventured to the other side of the forest, and to a lake. Once there, I decided to go back because I had walked as far as my courage would take me. You see, if I had went any farther, I would have walked onto a wildlife preserve that held some very mean and nasty animals; and I knew that very well, too.

Now, I decided I wanted to take a small shortcut by hopping across a small, calm stream on some lined up stones that were alway there. But there was something different about the area that time. As I slid down the hill to the stream, I saw a small little lump in the leaves that kept making little twitches and movements. When I got down to the lump, I slowly moved up to it. Then it stopped moving. I moved my hand slowly toward the pile of leaves that used to be moving, and then I finally touched it. It still did not move, but it was tougher than just a pile of leaves. At the same time, I knew it wasn't a rock either, because it was a bit too soft when I gently pressed with my fingers. So, I took off the leaves, one by one. With each leaf, I revealed a new patch of orange, black, white, and color mixes of those three, until I revealed the complete puzzle.

It was a baby fox! The most adorable little thing I had ever seen in my whole life was just laying there, shivering, and staring at me. Therefore, I just had to pick up and hug the little ball of fluff. Now, the only other thing, besides the fact that the fox was very soft, which was in my thoughts at the time, was where it's parents could be. I knew how unusual it was for foxes to leave their young alone in times of bad weather, and I found this to be a bit of a problem. Resolved on finding the foxes parents, I still held it, and I walked all the way up the hill again to begin searching for his parents.

This was a mistake.

You see, I didn't know it, but there was a hunter who was hunting up at the top of the hill, and he was looking for something. When I reached the top, I didn't really know what to expect of the man: I didn't know that there was such a thing as a hunter at the time of my life. I walked up behind him, and caught his attention. I asked him whether he had seen any "Grown up" Foxes near the area, and he gave a a jolly little smile to me as he firmly answered "Yes". I was so excited, and even the little cub was starting to move its head about in bewildered exploration. When I asked which way they went, the man had me follow him down the other side of the hill. I was not prepared, however, for what he was bringing me to see; which was to say two dead Foxes laying on top of each other, one with a knife jammed in its neck and both of them drenched in the blood. I couldn't tell that I was now squeezing the fox a little roughly, until it finally nibbled on my arm and I came to my senses.

Now, the hunter told me to put down the baby fox, and walk away. I actually ran away, though; but I never gave him the fox. So, donning a gun of some type (unsure of what it was, but it wasn't a rifle), he chased after me and the Fox. We ran for miles, at the very least, and the guy was always not too far behind. Every few moments, a loud sound would be heard from behind, and a nearby tree would have a hole in it. It was the only time I was really thankful that I was so hyper all of the time. Eventually, I found this really small cave in the ground. It was one you couldn't see by just looking around, because it was hidden behind a fewbushes and was decending into the ground as well. I crawled into the cave, hoping that he would not make it there, and waiting with the fox in one arm.

Then the light was gone from the cave, and that only meant one thing: the evil man was there. I watched as a bit of rain water fell from my hair and down my cheek to the ground, and I saw the darkness move, and finally disappear. Then, before I could even breathe in loudly, I saw something try and jump in, and the entire small cave was dark except for a small ray of light that got passed the guys immense body. The cave began to expand for him, due to his flailing and movement, and soon, I was crawling backwards to get away. Unfortunately, I ran out of space all too soon, and he was almost through the entrance completely. He took his gun, and I heard a click from it. Then I heard several more clicks, but he had one more bullet left; I watched as his hands moved and placed a small object into the gun. That was when I screamed; of all times, that was the time I screamed. Then, something happened, and I blacked out completely.

When I woke up again, I was totally fine, and the fox was asleep in my arms. We were still in the cave, and the guy was still there too. It was also getting to be very deeply red in the sky, telling me that it was nearing sunset. Yet, as I absent-mindedly crawled out of the cave, I remembered that the guy was trying to kill me. But he wasn't moving now. So, I poked and prodded his legs.
No movement.
I poked him again, this time with a sharp and pointy stick on his legs.
Still no movement.
Then I remembered something that I saw in the theatre that seemed to wake up the actor who was asleep.
There was no movement, but the guy had a hole in the back pocket of his jeans now, and the stick broke.

So I put down the fox slowly, and pulled the guy out as best as I could. After some time, I finally got him all the way out, and I flipped him over so I could see his face. His eyes were frozen in one position completely, and his face was totally pale. I lifted his arms, and let them fall to his side again. One of my worst fears had finally come true again: I had seen a dead man's face. So seeing, I knew that there had to be some signs of how he died, anything at all. I thought to myself "Bullet hole", but there was no wounded areas. There wasn't a cut on his body, or clothes to be seen. So, I thought that it may have been a heart attack; but no one dying from a heart attack would be so free of the stench of sweat. Now I thought maybe he might of gotten a head wound; but unfortunately, he was bald so I could easily tell that he didn't hurt his head. Then I was out of ideas. There was nothing nearby either, and the gun was still in his hand. There was no movement, there was no trace of movement, there wasn't even a broken leaf or a small trail of something, anything at all. All I knew was that the guy was dead, and that it was now all over. I picked up the fox and left for home.
To this day I still cannot figure out how he died, and I am unsure of whether anyone even found his body. The facial expression, which I can remember perfectly, still gives me the creeps. It was as if he were frozen in time, during a happy moment with wide eyes.[/quote]
Okay okay... you were 5? Why wouldn't you tell your parents as soon as this happened? And for a five year old... you ran "miles to say the least." Do you know the distance of a mile? Your five year old legs would have an incredibly hard time running a mile... And this man shot at you... that is the most insane part....you also knew what a gun could do even at the age of five... :laugh:

So you understood you life was at stake, didn't tell you parents, ran miles with your five year old undeveloped muscles, didn't know what a hunter was but knew a gun was life threatening, you were shot at...... then after it was all over, instead of waking up and running.. you poked the guy with a stick... did you wanna wake up you would-be killer!? And if he did wake up, what were you expecting?! Instead of running.. you just stood by him, examined him.. poked him...

I am not doubting your story or saying it's far fetched..............................:laugh:...... .................................................. ..............

All I am saying is... I don't see the logic in your actions.

This is ridiculously insane though

05-08-2004, 06:38 PM	#74
Restavega Senior Member Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: New York Posts: 1,621 Post Thanks / Like Thanks (Given): Thanks (Received): Likes (Given): Likes (Received): Dislikes (Given): Dislikes (Received): Points: 0 Mentioned: 0 Post(s) Tagged: 0 Thread(s) Quoted: 0 Post(s)	[quoteost_uid0="Roll"]The story I am about to tell you is something I have not told many people. Not even my own parents know about this story, and since I have decided that it would be best for me to reveal a little bit more about my past to everyone who is an actual part of my life, I have decided that you should know as well. Plus, it makes for a very insane story. This story dates back to when I was still in New York, and when I was around 5 years old. Now, at the time, I was in New York (as I said), but I was living in Long Island all of my life in New York. My families (my mother and my father were divorced a considerable amount of time before then) both lived near the same forest, and in the same town. The forest itself became the town park, and it was a very beautiful place to visit when you wanted to just relax. In any case, one day in mid-autumn, I decided that I wanted to go into the park and walk around a little bit. Me being the independant little bundle of responsible energy that I was, I went alone (with my fathers permission of course). Now, this was a very unusual day to take a walk, because the winds were strong and the sky let down small droplets of rain that could wake even Sleeping Beauty from her slumber with one cold touch. It rained softly, though, so I didn't bother to turn around and go back. Instead, I ventured to the other side of the forest, and to a lake. Once there, I decided to go back because I had walked as far as my courage would take me. You see, if I had went any farther, I would have walked onto a wildlife preserve that held some very mean and nasty animals; and I knew that very well, too. Now, I decided I wanted to take a small shortcut by hopping across a small, calm stream on some lined up stones that were alway there. But there was something different about the area that time. As I slid down the hill to the stream, I saw a small little lump in the leaves that kept making little twitches and movements. When I got down to the lump, I slowly moved up to it. Then it stopped moving. I moved my hand slowly toward the pile of leaves that used to be moving, and then I finally touched it. It still did not move, but it was tougher than just a pile of leaves. At the same time, I knew it wasn't a rock either, because it was a bit too soft when I gently pressed with my fingers. So, I took off the leaves, one by one. With each leaf, I revealed a new patch of orange, black, white, and color mixes of those three, until I revealed the complete puzzle. It was a baby fox! The most adorable little thing I had ever seen in my whole life was just laying there, shivering, and staring at me. Therefore, I just had to pick up and hug the little ball of fluff. Now, the only other thing, besides the fact that the fox was very soft, which was in my thoughts at the time, was where it's parents could be. I knew how unusual it was for foxes to leave their young alone in times of bad weather, and I found this to be a bit of a problem. Resolved on finding the foxes parents, I still held it, and I walked all the way up the hill again to begin searching for his parents. This was a mistake. You see, I didn't know it, but there was a hunter who was hunting up at the top of the hill, and he was looking for something. When I reached the top, I didn't really know what to expect of the man: I didn't know that there was such a thing as a hunter at the time of my life. I walked up behind him, and caught his attention. I asked him whether he had seen any "Grown up" Foxes near the area, and he gave a a jolly little smile to me as he firmly answered "Yes". I was so excited, and even the little cub was starting to move its head about in bewildered exploration. When I asked which way they went, the man had me follow him down the other side of the hill. I was not prepared, however, for what he was bringing me to see; which was to say two dead Foxes laying on top of each other, one with a knife jammed in its neck and both of them drenched in the blood. I couldn't tell that I was now squeezing the fox a little roughly, until it finally nibbled on my arm and I came to my senses. Now, the hunter told me to put down the baby fox, and walk away. I actually ran away, though; but I never gave him the fox. So, donning a gun of some type (unsure of what it was, but it wasn't a rifle), he chased after me and the Fox. We ran for miles, at the very least, and the guy was always not too far behind. Every few moments, a loud sound would be heard from behind, and a nearby tree would have a hole in it. It was the only time I was really thankful that I was so hyper all of the time. Eventually, I found this really small cave in the ground. It was one you couldn't see by just looking around, because it was hidden behind a fewbushes and was decending into the ground as well. I crawled into the cave, hoping that he would not make it there, and waiting with the fox in one arm. Then the light was gone from the cave, and that only meant one thing: the evil man was there. I watched as a bit of rain water fell from my hair and down my cheek to the ground, and I saw the darkness move, and finally disappear. Then, before I could even breathe in loudly, I saw something try and jump in, and the entire small cave was dark except for a small ray of light that got passed the guys immense body. The cave began to expand for him, due to his flailing and movement, and soon, I was crawling backwards to get away. Unfortunately, I ran out of space all too soon, and he was almost through the entrance completely. He took his gun, and I heard a click from it. Then I heard several more clicks, but he had one more bullet left; I watched as his hands moved and placed a small object into the gun. That was when I screamed; of all times, that was the time I screamed. Then, something happened, and I blacked out completely. When I woke up again, I was totally fine, and the fox was asleep in my arms. We were still in the cave, and the guy was still there too. It was also getting to be very deeply red in the sky, telling me that it was nearing sunset. Yet, as I absent-mindedly crawled out of the cave, I remembered that the guy was trying to kill me. But he wasn't moving now. So, I poked and prodded his legs. No movement. I poked him again, this time with a sharp and pointy stick on his legs. Still no movement. Then I remembered something that I saw in the theatre that seemed to wake up the actor who was asleep. There was no movement, but the guy had a hole in the back pocket of his jeans now, and the stick broke. So I put down the fox slowly, and pulled the guy out as best as I could. After some time, I finally got him all the way out, and I flipped him over so I could see his face. His eyes were frozen in one position completely, and his face was totally pale. I lifted his arms, and let them fall to his side again. One of my worst fears had finally come true again: I had seen a dead man's face. So seeing, I knew that there had to be some signs of how he died, anything at all. I thought to myself "Bullet hole", but there was no wounded areas. There wasn't a cut on his body, or clothes to be seen. So, I thought that it may have been a heart attack; but no one dying from a heart attack would be so free of the stench of sweat. Now I thought maybe he might of gotten a head wound; but unfortunately, he was bald so I could easily tell that he didn't hurt his head. Then I was out of ideas. There was nothing nearby either, and the gun was still in his hand. There was no movement, there was no trace of movement, there wasn't even a broken leaf or a small trail of something, anything at all. All I knew was that the guy was dead, and that it was now all over. I picked up the fox and left for home. To this day I still cannot figure out how he died, and I am unsure of whether anyone even found his body. The facial expression, which I can remember perfectly, still gives me the creeps. It was as if he were frozen in time, during a happy moment with wide eyes.[/quote] Okay okay... you were 5? Why wouldn't you tell your parents as soon as this happened? And for a five year old... you ran "miles to say the least." Do you know the distance of a mile? Your five year old legs would have an incredibly hard time running a mile... And this man shot at you... that is the most insane part....you also knew what a gun could do even at the age of five... :laugh: So you understood you life was at stake, didn't tell you parents, ran miles with your five year old undeveloped muscles, didn't know what a hunter was but knew a gun was life threatening, you were shot at...... then after it was all over, instead of waking up and running.. you poked the guy with a stick... did you wanna wake up you would-be killer!? And if he did wake up, what were you expecting?! Instead of running.. you just stood by him, examined him.. poked him... I am not doubting your story or saying it's far fetched..............................:laugh:...... .................................................. .............. All I am saying is... I don't see the logic in your actions. This is ridiculously insane though __________________ Don't do drugs. Stay in school.