Scary Stories with JB: Story 1: “The Encounter”

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Hello and welcome to the first scary story by me, JB, called “The Encounter.” This is a lot more open-ended than anything I have done before; I will do my best to relate it back to the VHL in some way, shape or form! Enjoy, and feedback is much appreciated  

 

“The Encounter” 

It was a late October night, approximately 11:00 PM Pacific Time. Three friends, Joe, Jim, and John, were walking home from a Marlins game in the suburbs of San Diego. The Marlins had just won, 4-2. All was going good. Joe had just inquired about performing live at future Marlins’ games as a musician. Jim had not. John had disappeared to buy chicken tenders. Anyway, they were now on their way home. They were born in San Diego; all three of them. They had been fans of the Marlins ever since they were founded by GM Zack Gagnon @InstantRockstar and had followed them through the tenure of Thadius Sales @thadthrasher. But now there was a new GM in town, one who shall not be named. 
 

The trio passed by numerous bakeries, restaurants and other businesses on their journey home. They came up to an intersection where two streets crossed each other. Oddly there were no cars on the road. It was eleven o’clock at night, but no cars? Come on now. This is San Diego! 
 

As if that wasn’t warning enough, the street lights went dark. There was no light whatsoever. They wondered where all the fans went after the game. 

 

“I don’t understand. Where did they all go?” Joe asked. 

Jim pondered the same thing. “Also why did the street lamps go out?” 
 

John sat on the corner of the intersection eating his chicken tenders. 

 

Suddenly a truck came driving, headlights flashing, down 25th Street. The friends stood there in silence, although all of them knew what the others were thinking. They didn’t know who in the world this could be driving in the city of San Diego. One would not usually give that a second thought. But this night, something was off.

 

The truck got closer. And closer. And closer. The truck slowed down to a speed of zero miles per hour. A shadowy figure sat in the passenger’s seat; for they could see no one in the driver’s seat. 

Should they run for it? Should they investigate? They dreaded walking up to the vehicle but realized it was necessary into discovering what was up with this night. 
 

John stepped forward. The truck was parked in the middle of the intersection, all by itself except for the three of them and the city of emptiness. He waved at the figure but got no response. Then he said hello and again, no response. It was only when he attempted to hand the chicken tenders over did he get a reply. A loud ‘bark!’ followed by growling noises. Then—the stealing of John’s chicken. How awful. 
 

Throughout this encounter Joe and Jim stood, wearily confused and freaked out. 
 

John turned around and retreated to his friends. The truck sped down the road and out of sight. They asked John what he had seen, and what the beast was. 
 

“I saw a hound.” 
 

Word Count: 533

 

How did the story end? How did the truck drive? Why was the city not crowded? Those are up to you to decide! 

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Wouldn't say scary scary but it had the VHL, chicken, a storyline and you did a good job with creating nothing from something.. Obviously you can take whatever turn you want if you make another though. My guess would be that dogs are taking over the city after finding out the powers chicken can do to them!