knock down gingerA Chapter by nigrum homonculuswhat the title suggests. a prank gone completely wrong. the picture is actually a photo taken from that night, after we got chased...oh lord i look young.This happened 6 years ago. How it came about….was so stupid
but damn was it funny. Basically me and 3 friends of mine were roaming about Phipps
bridge at night (we were 14-16 at the time, we thought this was legit s**t) and
were bored. So we decided to play knockdown ginger because you know, no one
sleeps at night do they? So they wouldn’t mind us knocking the s**t out of
their doors and running away giggling like idiots. We did this for an hour and
then I got pier pressured into doing one, if I didn’t I was forever branded a
p***y. Ooooh the humanity! Yeah so I did a couple and then when I hit my third door I kicked
it instead of knocking on it. Now it wasn’t no little nudge with the foot…like I proper
did a golf swing and it made some deep loud THUD. This house was in the middle
of the street and you could hear the sound on either end of it. Obviously that
hurt. You don’t kick like that and expect the object to not fight back…anyway we
were all running away while I was limping because the kick damn near crippled
me and all of a sudden we here this from behind us; “YOU F*****G C**T. YOU WANNA KICK MA DOOR DAAAN? COME HERE I’LL
KICK YOUR HEAD IN” Believe it or not the nutter was polish. Now at that moment we were laughing our assess off knowing
we got a reaction we wanted….uuuuuntil we heard him pick up a piece of metal
and heard his heavy footsteps pursue us. That’s when s**t got tense. We weren’t going to out run this guy, he was like a rhino
charging at some hyenas that stole his food. So we ducked left into this
alleyway that was in-between some houses and my friends hid behind some
dustbins. There was no room for me to hide behind them so I did the next best
thing and tipped an empty damp box over me(I was round 4’8-4’7 at that time,
that box was like a bedroom to me). there was no street lamp there so it was
pretty dark, couldn’t even tell we were there. But this PRICK must have had nightvision. He knew exactly where we went, just didn’t know where we
were hiding. So my friends are behind the dustbins probably scared shitless and
I am inside this box praying to god he doesn’t lift it up and get done for
murder. The fact I couldn’t see him and only heard him screaming “COME ON YOU
C**T. I’LL STAY HERE ALL NIGHT” was just horrible. I swear I was in the fetal
position at one point mentally begging him to stop screaming the insults. This fear
was short lived though as the guy was probably brainless and lost interest very
quickly. My friends were watching what he was doing and from them whispering aggressively
“phillip get the f**k up and run” I knew this guy must of turned his back or
moved all together. Me taking no chances leapt out like a f*****g jack in the
box and jumped over the fence behind me, my friends followed. how I summoned the
strength to scale a fence that tall I’ll never know. Just when we thought s**t was getting better…it got worst…coooooooooooompletely.
Because we hopped over garden fences like it was metal gear solid without the
stealth, the neighbours were alerted and so was the f*****g guy with the metal
pole. Not only that but we were near enough in the middle of the street
remember? These houses are semi detached. So we were in for some chav Olympics right
here. The f*****g 300m garden fence hurdles. Just climbing and jumping…climbing
and jumping. Peoples back yard lights were going on, some even came out and
chased us thinking we were robbers. 1 had a freaking dog!(it was a staff crossbred with a
greyhound. I know because I looked the thing dead in the face when I landed on
the floor, luckily it wasn’t violent) Approaching the final fence on the last house we all jumped
the thing like we had rocket propelled asses. Felt like an escape scene out of
a movie….felt good until the landing, by that I mean I landed and one of my
friends used my head as a stepping stool to get down….d****e. but finally we
were out of the gardens and onto some pavement. All panting and that, sweating,
trying to regain our breath…. And the he was. The guy we pranked. As I said he heard everything and
followed us. boy I bolted, didn’t give a s**t where my friends were. I just ran
like I was Justin beiber being chased by a platoon of teen bopping fan girls
who barely entered puberty. Doing so I didn’t realise that this guy stopped
chasing us a long time ago. Knowing that I just collapsed on the floor,
exhausted from the messed up and quite frankly scary a*s events that occurred that
night. My friends were all sitting down next to me regaining their breath from
running which was pretty much the best part of 400m…. well that’s what It felt like. Didn’t even say goodbye to one another. We just all went our
separate ways and headed off home. F**k staying out any longer. Had enough
action and suspense for one night. © 2012 nigrum homonculusAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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