Personal Narrative On The White Van

I soon fell asleep and woke up to the sound of traffic and people yelling as if someone ate the last piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Being half sleep my eyes weren’t fully dilated so I couldn’t see but with one wipe and a closer look at the sign I see the words, “Lew Sterrett Justice Center”. We had arrived at the local jail of the Dallas County. As we walk to the entrance, I was so scared I grabbed papa hand hard as possible. We came to a huge black door with tinted windows so no one could see through. Papa pushed a big red button to the right of the door that mad a loud horn sound. Then the door slowly opened and revealed a room with a door, metal detector and two officers.

I kept the pedal to the metal and the shifter at sixth gear as I scanned the freeway looking for a white paneled van that contained something that should have been put in the facility and guarded along with the other things. It wasn’t until now that they finally tracked it, and it was heading east on I-70. The engine of my Superbird roared as I accelerated, just like back in the good old days when Kay was driving it. It has seen many missions and had driven almost a hundred thousand miles in its existence and yet still ran like a champ.

My Real Car "is a personal story of Baile white, which she shows a special appreciation for your old car. During some years, she resisted buying a new one due to she was sure her old car worked properly.

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring I got a call from the police station to come to RT 60 on top of the hill where there will be a wooden cabin on the top of the hill where there will be 6 other houses. I need your help because when I came home my dad Mr. Boddy was dead in his when I was about to bring him dinner. Mr. Boddy didn’t answer me so I thought he was asleep but he wasn’t in his room I went to look in the bathroom and my dad Mr. Boddy was dead right there in the middle of the floor in the bathroom shot and stabbed to death. When I got there, their was a crowd of people standing their and would not let me by. Due to that when I pulled in the drive way after they had let me by These four people started to walk away really fast then when I looked

9:34 A.M. I knew it was time I go find my killer. That breakfast earlier at the garage didn’t fill me. I barely ate any of it actually. The walk to Gad’s Hill isn’t long from Port Roosevelt either, but I was tired. I didn’t sleep all night. All I could think about was my beloved wife. She was so romantic. She was the only reason I ever stayed in that garage. We even planned on moving too, but God took her away from me. It must have been for a reason. God damnit! I will find you, you son of a bitch! I noticed people in there cars looking at me strangely as they passed. They have no business looking at me. I kept an eye though for that yellow car. I stopped and stared at a couple of people with yellow cars, but they looked at me as if I was crazy. Why won’t they just leave me alone? I saw a group of boys who were playing with rocks stop and look at me, as if I looked or was acting crazy. Don’t look at me! Look somewhere else. Stupid kids. When I got to Gad’s Hill, I stopped at a store and bought a sandwich and a cup of coffee that filled me up. I left the sandwich at the table I sat down at, and walked

A nanosecond before he pulled the trigger, I saw Dad glance my way. To avoid collateral damage, he decided to forgo the flamethrower and just cut the man down to size with his patented silent glare. When we drove past, he was leaning leaned out the window, (remove comma) and said to the man, "You should be ashamed of yourself!" To make his point, he mashed his foot to the floor, spun the wheel and gunned the Volkswagen as well as it was possible to gun a twenty-four horsepower engine. The Volkswagon Volkswagen (I find it interesting that he owned a German-made vehicle) echoed his irritation;, (replace comma with semicolon) its exhaust spat out a blat, blat, blat, blat when it spun around the truck in a vortex of flying gravel then trailed a gray cloud of dust behind

I howled out loud and begged him to wake up as I felt I was at a loss. I didn't know this man, but I longed so hard for his survival. When the ambulance showed up the man displayed mild responsiveness, however I worried that he was not going to make it. As I looked at his beaten body being carted away, I felt my whole perception of the world

Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. Every step I took I could feel a chill run down my spine. The flowers in my hand are already dying. I look down at each gravestone, and finally saw the words Anna Ayers. I sat down next to it and prayed. I cried the whole time. I let the emptiness fill up inside of me, until I saw something colorful. It was a person. I thought it was just the person who watches the cemetery at night. I said that I would leave any minute. He stood there and then made a creepy laugh, almost like…

“911, what is your emergency?” I answered the call. The voice on the other end was high pitched and frantic. Her words slurred together. I could barely understand what she was saying. All I managed to make out was a deep voice in the background. “This sounds familiar” I told my coworker, Mark. We both knew right away that it was the voice of the infamous murderer that the town called, The Beast of Livington. Suddenly, the screaming stopped. I feared I had lost the call. I heard someone pick up the phone, “She is just another body that you won’t find,” the voice was sharp and chilling. I knew that I needed to do something immediately. Contacting the FBI, I told them that I had just received a call from The Beast, and he was planning his murder as we spoke. The FBI officers told me to stay on the phone for as long as possible, so that they could track the call. I was trying to keep the girl calm but I could barely keep my hand from trembling as I tried to contact the officers. Finally, I got a hold of the police because I found the location of The Beast.. I hesitated telling the police the location, however, because I was so horrified by the screaming on the other

My stomach dropped as I saw the white man who was unprovoked run up to the Negro man with a steel pipe in his right hand and hit him at least a dozen times using all the might that his body had. I had never seen a human use so much hate against another human like that before in my entire life. The man tried to shield his face from the man by placing his arms in front of him but it was know use. Randy and I were in the utmost state of shock but I decide even being so far away to run down the street I screamed out to the man but he didn't notice until I was only a few feet away from him. (Randy had also followed me when I decided to run but had strayed a fair distance behind me) the man looked up and immediately took off I knelt down besides the man and check for a pulse then called down the street for help but many were reluctant I yelled to randy to go call and ambulance. The man was unconscious and while randy had gone I repetitively tried to regain his consciousness but lightly tapping him on the faces and asking him if he was able to hear me. However he

I turned on my flashlight, it was the first thing that came to my mind. As, the bright light flashed its way on, were the “shadow” I saw a couple seconds ago was gone, it must have gone back into the house have to check this out. I decided to go into the “Haunted Mansion”, I walked in and every step I took, the wooden floor made a loud “CREAK!!!” The lights are so dim, that you can’t see anything far away into the darkness, this was literally a maze. I walked until I noticed there was a staircase heading up to this second floor. I took a couple steps towards the stairs then All of sudden, the most creepiest sound in history of sounds filled my ears, it was the sound of tiny footsteps of children running around… I took one step onto the stairs and it made a huge noise. Then the running noise stopped. I listen, my heart stopped……

The next day we went to another tomb but this time i had to help set up base. The troops were holding guns and swords. I felt intimidated, but I didn't worry cause I knew they were on our side. We had lots of water, food and shelter. Later that night, I had wanted to see what was inside of the tomb so I grabbed a gun, some ammo, and quietly walked into the tomb. Right when I went inside, I almost fall into a giant pit of skeletons of the attempted tomb robbers who try to get inside to steal. There was also a giant spider that i shot, the sound echoed throughout the tomb. Once I was lower in the colossal structure, I saw some hieroglyphics,

I soon found the square with sheets on it and started to hop on it and hop off of it, it was fun because i loved to jump. I soon got bored and by soon i meant fast because it wasn't high at all i wanted to jump over something really tall so i went outside to hopefully find something there. I thought about the fence, it was tall and i could walk on top of it since it had vertical bars supporting it. I walked up to it and gave a good jump like i was going to jump over the fence. I landed on the small bar at the top. It was a nice view i could see the whole alley looking down on it. It was wired because i have never seen the alley bright and shining, it's always dark. I looked up and down it resisting the temptation to jump over and explore because i didn't want the family to know that i did this. I looked and looked and sadly there was no cats or people to watch. Minutes passed and the i heard scuffling coming down the driveway. I turned to the direction of the noise and it was a huge truck with black smoke shooting out the top of it. I watched as it flew through the drive way, it was something new because i never see cars or trucks especially in the

I was able to spot the lining of the fence. A guard tower had a spotlight scanning the camp. The place was heavily guarded, with people in yellow hazmat suits, so I had to be extremely careful. I tiptoed around the decomposing bodies. A man with missing legs laid by my feet, with his mouth still open in a scream. I then heard footsteps and two deep voices. I froze. I quickly laid down next to the dead man. Holding my breath I closed my eyes as the guards walked around me. My heart pounded in my head.The men walk around me, making fun of the diseased corpses(6). Anger boiled inside of me. How could they think this was funny? I wanted to strangle the guards, but I held my temper. I knew I would blow my shot for the Cure if I attacked the guards.They start walking away, and I let out a breath of relief. I suddenly feel something crawling on my hand, and open my eyes to see a black scorpion on top of my fingers. I instinctively shake my hand, but I let out a small yelp as the scorpion stings me, sending pain down my arm. I hear the guards running back over, and I quickly realize my mistake, and stay as still as possible. My heart pounded against my rib cage. I prayed they couldn’t hear my breathing. The guards look at the bodies, trying to find who made the noise. They kicked me to see if I was alive. Pain shot through my body, but I ignored it. I was too close to freedom to let it slip out of my fingers. Finally, they assumed that I was dead. As soon as they left, I quietly crawled towards the

Just then i heard a cop car, my heart stopped and I prayed they are here for us, like maybe just maybe the neighbors heard my yelling and called for help. Just the a there was knock on the door. “IT'S LIKE POLICE OPEN UP.” They men instantly ran through my house and out the windows in my room. Taylor and I ran down to tell the police what happened they saw the guys and chase after them. I hugged taylor crying, I still don't understand why the men did was they did or what money they were talking about. We called my parents and they came as quickly as they could i was still shaking I hugged them until i eventually fell