Uninvited Guests

Joe O never quiet believed in fairytales or ghost stories; he only believed the headlines in the paper. If the headline never appeared in any paper, new or old, he would never believe it. You might say that he did well in history, but horribly in subjects like English since nobody really ever sees the headline, "Interjections show excitement or emotion." Some say that Joe wasted his childhood, but some never heard the story. In fact no one ever heard the story, but I know it and here it is.

"How about we go to a movie?" Jake asked.
"How about no. What about we go to the park at night, midnight. See if the rumors are true." Ethan said loudly to make sure that every kid in the cafeteria heard his brave words.
"What rumors?"
"You know. the rumor of the missing girls? Last week? The 10th?" Jake still looked confused despite all E's details. "Don't you read the papers?!"
"No, only O does." Both looked at him.
"Don't lie to make yourself braver E." Joe shouted.
"Jeez, what's wrong O?"
"You know I don't like you telling lies about what's in the bible!"
"Here we go again." J sighed.
"I live in the papers, they're my bible! I think I should know if there's been a missing group of girls."
"Sorry, maybe it was an older paper." E mumbled.
O still was not satisfied, "I have memorized every story in every paper. I have no knowledge of missing girls."
"Well why don't you go, tonight, alone?" E shouted and everyone was around the table.
"Hell no."
"Why, you scared?" E jeered. Soon everyone was singing, "Come on O, Joey O! Come on you chicken, you afraid?"
"Fine! Fine I'll go and prove you all wrong."
"How will we believe you did it if it's not in the headlines tomorrow?" E said mockingly. "Your bible doesn't say everything no does it?"

"I'll make sure it gets put in there. You'll see."
Well of course Joe O never went back on his word; he considered it worse than lying in his bible, the paper. That night he went into the park, alone, unarmed, unequipped for the darkness of the moonless night.
He shut the door and walked on one of the many paths that lead into the park. (Now you must realize that this is the size of Griffith Park in California). He heard a few owls hoot and then a coyote howled. He started walking a bit faster. He soon came to a point in the road where there was just a hole with a log over it. Roots were hanging out of every piece of mud and dirt. (Lucky for him in the end). He put one foot gently on the log and then the other. He walked a few feet, but then the log gave out and started to crack. He walked a little faster trying not to fall, but every time he moved forward the log grew longer and longer. Suddenly it cracked and he fell.
He fell into a large hole that was like an underground path. He walked a little further in the tunnel and saw a flashlight. He picked it up and flicked it on. A red light abruptly illuminated the whole tunnel. At one end there were bars that had a locked, bared door in its center. On the other end there was a stream. He figured that since he was wearing boots he wouldn't have noticed it right away. He shone the flashlight down into the stream and saw a skull.
"It just got thrown down here after Halloween." He reassured but then saw that there were hundreds and thousands more. Some cracked in two, some shattered, some accompanied by a head. But no skeletons were in sight.
He walked towards the barred door and looked through to see if it lead anywhere out of the ditch. He saw a long tunnel, and at the end another door with a window on the top. A bright light shone from it. He pushed the door and it creaked open slowly. He walked to the other door and peered through the window. He saw then a stone walled chamber with many tables with chains, knives, water (for Chinese torture), and ropes. Along the walls were handprints marked in blood and under each one was the name of its deceased owner. Dripping from the walls and ceiling was blood and little streams of it were flowing out towards the door where he stood and fed into the stream. Hanging from the ceiling were skeletons with clothes still on, barely.
He stepped away from the door in horror slowly, slowly. He kept his eyes towards the chamber, though. Suddenly the light turned off in the room. Two large red eyes suddenly opened in the chamber and a low laughter echoed through the tunnel. He ran and ran as quickly as he could to the barred door but it was locked. He shook it with all his might not once looking back. Then running footsteps were heard and he screamed at the top of his lungs. He turned around and saw a cloaked figure with a knife in one and a sack in the other. He threw the knife but it hit the door and the door flung opened. Joe slammed the door shut and got a glimpse at his attacker. A young boy no older than fourteen with yellow eyes. "An albino," Joe thought. The boy had blood running from his mouth and dripping from his hands. Rats could be seen surrounding the boy with blood stained buck teeth and little red eyes. The light from the flashlight flickered, and then shut.
He stepped back preparing to run, but the boy was standing in front of him holding a pistol this time. The boy fired it and hit Joe's arm. Blood gushed out of his arm and he ran as fast as possible to the hole where he fell in. He grabbed the roots and climbed up. The boys arm grabbed his ankle and pulled him, but O made it up and ran as fast as he could through the park.
He made it to his street and ran up to his neighbors door and rang he bell but no one came he started screaming and shouting for help, but no one came. He then saw the boy under the street light, grinning a sickening grin. He then stepped into the darkness and disappeared. Joe ran to his house and slammed the door and locked every lock on every window and door. He turned on the alarm system and grabbed a bat and a knife. He heard laughter from outside and inside. They were at the windows and doors banging hardly and laughing. Tears started to flow from his eyes and he whimpered like a lost child in a scary place. His heart was pounding. He was sure he had seen the doorknob turn.