Somethings I would like to improve is to try to use the most descriptive language in parts that are very dull. I can to make my piece have more interesting words and to make the reader more interested.
“Free Secrets, ” someone whispered.
The spooky voice sounds like leaves dropping on a sidewalk. I keep hearing this freaky voice that sounds just like Darth Vader. I wonder what is really going on? Who is doing this? Where are they? I see dogs running, kids frolicking in the fountain, but I can not find the source of this creepy voice. I leave the park and go to the Flight Club and the voice is gone. I take one step outside and it’s back.
I yell loudly “STALKER,” and run to my moms van.
As I walk around I start to notice things that I have never seen before. I see people doing flips on the arch. I see a crazy dude covered in pigeons. I have been to this park many times but today everything is different. I continue to look for this strange person making these moans. I have no luck finding this person. The sounds are now louder and stranger. I am hearing the same haunting voice over and over again. As the clock turns to 4:58, the clouds start to go away. I see a tiny piece of the moon. I feel like giving up but there was one spot I still must check.
“THE BENCHES,” I yell in my head.
I start to walk to the benches but my mom calls me. She yells, “dinner is ready and it’s getting cold.”
I think I will come back tomorrow. As I leave the park I hear the voice again. I walk into the subway and I see a bunch of photos of me walking around the park trying to find the person yelling “free secrets.”
I am so shocked. How can this be? I think I am never going back to that park.
My mom says, “maybe someone is trying to help you… I’ll bring the mini van out tomorrow and we will go together.”
I said, “no no it’s ok.”
My mom sensing my fear says, “I’ll take you.”
When the next morning comes, I am up at 7:15. It is Sunday. I usually sleep in but this morning I can’t sleep. My mom has the mini van parked out front at 7:20. I jump in the car and it’s a silent ride until we get to Mercer street.
My mom says, “if you find the person just be nice to them.”
I wait until Bleecker street to open the door.
As I start to get out, mom says, “be home at 7:30.”
I’m in the park waiting for the “free secrets” guy to come. Shortly after I sit down the leafy Darth Vader sounding voice comes back. My fear has now turned to anger.
I yell, “ho ever you are come out.”
Out of nowhere, a big gust of wind blows by and knocks my phone out of my hand. I yell in total shock. I was checking my Instagram feed. As I am walking over to the benches someone dropped some photos.
I yell, “Sir you dropped some photos!”
At that moment, the mystery man starts to sprint as fast as he can. I start to pick up the photos. Something is weird. It looks like my friend Gilbert is taking a photo of me from around the block. The photos are of me walking into my house. Now I am insanely creeped out.
I hear, “free secrets.”
I am so terrified. I run to the police station. I tell the police officer “there is a stalker yelling free secrets at me.”
The police officer takes a bite of his donuts. He looks into my eyes and and says, “that’s not a crime.”
I walk back to the park and go to benches. I see someone sitting with a mask and with a sign that reads free secrets. I walk up to the man and say “have you been following me for the past day?”
“ No” the person said.
I say, “that is odd because I have been hearing free secrets in a creepy voice all day and that is exactly what your sign says.”
The man says,“take a card for a secret.”
I think who is this person..but I Might as well take a card. I pick up the card and it says, APRIL FOOLS on it. The man with the mask takes his mask off. It’s my friend Gilbert!!!!! He is hysterically laughing.
I say, “really dude, that was so scary and funny.”
He says “I got you so good.”
We both laughed and then I felt a huge relief because there was not a stalker on the loose.
“ Finally we can go to Flight Club,” I say!
Then we walk down Broadway. As we get to Flight Club I hear a very strong voice that says “secrets for $5.00.”
Gilbert looks at me. I look at Gilbert. We start to run and we never go downtown again. At least until the stalker is in jail.
The end
