Evan had a feeling he was going to hate group therapy and personally he
did not think it was necessary for him to have to go, but his mother
insisted. Evan started to round up his things when his mom called
from downstairs, "Honey! Are you ready yet?" He was almost
ready... "Coming!" he yelled back. Despite his dread of going, he
sprinted downstairs so he would not keep his mom waiting in the car.
"So, honey, are you ready for your first session?"
she said as they were pulling out of the driveway.
"I don't think so, Mom. Isn't it going to be
kind of
weird talking to strangers about what I saw?"
"Honestly, I think you will be fine." She was
trying
to comfort him at this point. "What could possibly go wrong?"
After his mom dropped him off and he proceeded to
the fourth floor of this enormous building, Evan stepped into Dr.
Kriegel's office. While they were introducing themselves, he led
Evan into the sitting area where there were already three other kids
apparently waiting for the session to start.
"Okay, Evan, these three kids have got a very
similar
problem to your own," the therapist started as everyone was now seated,
"so I have decided to perform a group session so that each individual
can try to relate to one another. Evan, we'd like you to go
first."
"Okay, well, hey everybody, my name is Evan Robinson
and I am probably here for the same reason you guys are, I'm
assuming. I had an encounter with something very abnormal last
weekend and no one believes my story."
"Go ahead and tell us your story, Evan," Dr. Kriegel
insisted.
"Well, I was on my way home from football practice
last Wednesday and me and my buddies thought it would be cool to go
mess with the old man who lives in that house over by the creek on
Johnson Street. That man is always giving us a hard time when we
want to throw the football anywhere near his property. So we took
the back way towards the other side of the creek. That way, just in
case we were
noticed we would have a quick get-away route. To be honest, I was
a little shaken up because of the darkness and eerie feeling that
something bad was going to happen. I decided to shrug it off
because I'm not the type of person that gets riled up for no
reason. So anyways, we parked the car about a half mile from the
creek and started walking with our flashlights. When we got close
enough to see a light on in the old man's house, something caught
everyone's attention at once.
It was the sound of the leaves rustling around
behind us. It sounded like someone was following us! But
being the boys that we are, we decided to be brave and keep moving
on. I looked over to my left as I heard the noise again, and what
I saw I know I'll never forget. What looked like the corpse of a
little boy, no older than eight years old, was looking straight at me
with
dead leaves and sewage attached to his skin. He looked as if he
had just came up out of the sewer...or a grave.
"Because I stopped
so suddenly, all of my friends looked in the same direction I
did. None of us could move. We stood there like cement
blocks staring at this
child who looked to have been dead for years! As soon as we
wanted to start sprinting the other direction, he started to
speak. 'Please leave before you die.' At these words we did
not hesitate...we stepped back and started running away as fast as
possible. We jumped in the car and started the engine. We
were almost to the railroad tracks when the car died...right on the
tracks is where it stopped! As our car engine died, a train
horn shouted from the distance. Every single seat belt in the car
was stuck! We were going to be hit by this train! When the
train was about a hundred feet away the car started to roll as if
something
was pushing us along! It was some kind of miracle...or something
else. The car was pushed safely across the tracks. We were
all breathing so hard we could not manage to say so much as a
sentence. We all
looked at each other, unbuckled our seat belts which seemed to have
been freed from their death grips, stepped out of the car and stared at
the passing train. None of us could think straight at the moment,
so we only wanted to fix the car and drive home. My friend popped
the hood and realized the battery cables were loose, so he tightened
them and we drove to my house.
When we finally made it home, we
all got out of the car and started for the front porch when someone
noticed something on the back bumper. The car was covered in mud,
but when you walked up close to the bumper there were tiny hand prints
all over. There had to have been ten pairs of hands. Surely
this had to be our imaginations...right?"
"Okay, Evan, that was a very interesting story, and
I
believe I know what the problem is, but I am going to help treat these
problems one by one after everyone is done
explaining what happened to them," Dr. Kriegel
responded.
"Who wants to go next?" And the floor was open.
Author's Note: First of all, I hope everyone has gotten a good
idea of how the rest of the stories will be set up in the therapist's
office, and know that these stories will keep getting more and more
thrilling I promise! In this story, the original urban legend is
that there was a train wreck involving a school bus full of twenty-six
children
somewhere in Salt Lake City, Utah. The legend states that the
ghosts of these children actually push stalled cars away from the
railroad tracks so that the cars won't get hit by trains.
In my
story, I had someone live this urban legend and retell it to the
therapist in his office! It was easy for me to tell this story in
my own words because I was retelling an urban legend and not an actual
story, so there are many many ways you can go with this. I like
the fact that if you are telling an urban legend it allows you to be
completely open with the characters and have them react to any
situation the way you want them to, because there is no ending during
an urban legend, you can make it up! Also, I chose to add
the child's corpse to add a horrific image to an already terrifying
story!
Image is of a train
at night in northern Czech Republic.
