Creative Writing: The Stalker In Ontonagon

The Stalker in Ontonagon It was a cool summer day in Ontonagon Michigan. As I was sitting on the hood of the silver truck, watching my little cousins play in the grass, little trickles of rain ran down my chestnut brown hair. All of my little cousins were playing “Ghost In the Graveyard” in the soggy grass. After twenty minutes or so all the kids were lying in the soggy grass, exhausted. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a man. Slouched over by the stop sign. He stared at us with these cold, steel eyes. The man wore a red baseball cap, baggy old jeans, and a dirty white t-shirt that looked like it has not been washed for ages. As I was trying to conclude why he would be staring at us a idea dawned on me.
I thought to myself “I wonder if he is a kidnapper?”
It started to make sense to me.
So I said with a serious tone, “Guys, go inside...now!” …show more content…
Then my dad said with a mean face “your lying to me, what’s your name?” “ Sam Sane” “ Okay Sam I want you to leave this place as fast as you can and do not come back”. Sam went into a dead sprint for the woods and didn’t dare look back. After twenty minutes Sam started to creep up the hill again an all my dad had to do was point at him. Not just any point, a point that shows that someone is not playing around.
Sam once again, sprinted for the woods. My great uncle said to my dad “ got him where you need him” with a grin on his face. Three days passed after the incident. We have not seen a trace of Sam anywhere. I was pretty sure my dad scared the tar out of him. My aunt had made waffles. So we were enjoying the fluffy waffles while all of the little kids rode there bikes outside. When I finished my waffles I decided to go outside. I was trying to get all of the sticky syrup off my hands and then I get a glance of a red cap. with a frustrated voice I said “Oh