Cold Hands

I was at my friend Larson's house having a sleepover. I always found the Larson's backyard to be pretty creepy. For instance at night You can hear rattling in the bushes (which is most likely raccoons) and at night, the backyard is usually pitch black. So at this sleepover, Larson and I wanted to eat lots and LOTS of candy so we could be energized and go outside at night and have a Nerf battle. We popped down what seemed to be millions of skittles and tootsie rolls, and got our guns ready.

Once we went outside we went to our bases which were just each corner of his backyard. We got ready and I was in charge of doing the countdown to signal when we start. "5!" "4!" I yelled. "THRE-" All of the sudden Larson screamed. I ran over there and saw Larson quivering in fear. I asked him what happened and he replied that someone touched him. "Couldn't it have been a branch?" I asked. "No, I felt five fingers, they touched my back!" I knew Larson wasn't kidding, because I heard him start to cry. That was when I knew we needed to get back into the house. Larson and I dashed into the house and shut the sliding glass door tight. Larson lay down on the couch while I kept watching the yard through the sliding glass door. Nothing there. I told Larson we should go investigate, and he replied "NO" in a firm voice.

After about twenty minutes Larson actually wanted to go investigate. We armed our Nerf guns and stepped outside. "Could it have been a ghost that touched me?" Larson asked in a worried tone. "Ghosts aren't real. Dude we're 12 we shouldn't believe that kind of stuff." I replied. But I wasn't too sure because of what happened.

Larson and I decided to split up. "Let's split up!" I said imitating Fred from Scooby Doo. Larson chuckled. I went into the woods of his backyard while Larson stayed near the house. Then, I felt it. Cold, cold hands had clenched my back. I felt sheer terror and shock. I tried screaming but nothing came out. The hand let go and I booked outta there! As I was running I heard a strange chilling voice say quietly "Ha." I told Larson what happened and we both ran into his house. I called my mom and she picked me up. I'm still scared of Larson's backyard to this day, and we NEVER go there at night.