A little over a month ago, WSU’s Environmental Science Club did one of our annual Adopt-A-Stream clean-up events. Members found various interesting items and buildings along the club’s designated stream section along Missouri Flat Creek. These items include a tire, several long pieces of rusty metal, fast food wrappers, real estate signs, and an abandoned grain silo. There is also a Jack in the Box next to one of the stream sections, so a lot of fast food waste was found.
The following story was written based off these items and locations and is entirely a fictional story written for fun around Halloween. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidence. Any and all brands and specific products named in the above article are discussed purely for creative purposes. They do not reflect opinions, preferences, or endorsements of WSU’s Environmental Science Club and do not have any affiliation with WSU’s Environmental Science Club or any entity related to Washington State University.
Enjoy the story!
“My roommate is the worst!” Cindy complained, “She always has people over at weird hours and I can never get any sleep!”
“You know Cindy, there’s a new apartment complex being built on the far side of apartment land, I saw a sign advertising it on my way to class today.” her lab partner stated
“Do you think they are accepting new tenants?”
“Yeah, that's what the sign said. I bet if you drove over there tonight you could get a tour of the place and have a new apartment by next week.”
Cindy thought about her options. It was Halloween after all! Did she really want to spend her favorite holiday looking at apartments? She thought about it harder—she could either look at apartments and have one picked out by the end of the night or she could endure another one of her roommates' wild parties. “You know what,” Cindy said, “I’ll go check this place out.”
After her lab ended, Cindy called the real estate agent to set up a tour. “We’d be happy to have you come for a tour of the place,” the real estate agent said, “but please try to be on time, we have a lot going on and can only give tours at 7:00 tonight.” When the real estate agent hung up, Cindy got into her car and took off for the new apartment complex. As she was driving along, Cindy realizes that she had not eaten that day and stopped in at the Jack in the Box drive thru. As she was waiting for her food to be ready, she admired the calmness of the night, something she can never have back at her apartment. “Nothing could ruin this perfect night,” she thought to herself. Once she got her food, Cindy took off for them and saw the sign advertising the apartments. As she took a right turn up the road to the apartments, she looked down at her food wrappers. “No need for this anymore,” she thought as she nonchalantly tossed her trash out of the window. She continued along the road until she heard a loud bang and she felt herself lose control of her car. “What the heck?!” Cindy Screamed. When she finally regained control of her car she pulled to the side of the road and jumped out to investigate. When Cindy looked down at her car, she noticed that she had popped one of her front tires.
“Could this night get any worse?” Cindy mumbled to herself as she got everything out to change the tire, “I’m already late for the apartment viewing.” Before she can remove the flat tire, she hears gravel crunching under feet slowly getting louder. Then a thud and dragging as the footsteps approached her. “Who’s there?” she asked as a figure in black appeared from the darkness. It holds something out to her, “I believe you dropped this,” a man said, holding out the Jack-in-the-Box wrapper that she had thrown out her car window moments prior to her tire going flat. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she sees that the dragging sound was from a heavy, rusty metal fence post that was covered in… something… “is that dried blood?” she thought to herself. As the man began to approach her, arm outstretched, she panicked and hopped in her car, leaving her spare tire and driving off as fast as she could with the flat tire. She runs over a large rock that gets caught on the car, tearing pieces off until the car slowed to a stop.
Not sure what to do next, she sees an abandoned silo and figures she could hide inside from the strange man. She found a stack of hay to hide behind where she thought she would be safe. She hears the door open, then those dreaded, slow footsteps and the dragging of the metal across the ground. He walks past her and, too afraid to run for the door, she hopes that he leaves soon. Her phone rings—it’s the real estate agent—and before she has time to react the man is standing over her. He raises the metal post above his head and brings it down on her, breaking it into two pieces.
Vision blurry, she runs past the man and toward the door. She hears the man slowly follow her out and hears a splash behind her, then another. She runs all the way to the apartment she was meant to be viewing. Luckily, the real estate agent was there waiting for her. Her memory goes black until she wakes in the hospital the next morning.
~Written by Kynan Rutan and Katie Gipson~