Trapped - Original Writing

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Trapped - Original Writing

It is two 0’clock in the dark misty night and the Mitchell family are

on their way to fun land resort in Mexico City. It has been a

stressful journey for the family of three towards Fun Land. Crossing

the border into Mexico the car has been put to a halt.

“Hello sir, can you open the trunk to your car please?” asked the

smartly dressed inspector. The family leader (Jack) stepped out of the

black saloon, walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. The

inspector has a brief look, “okay clear!” exclaimed the inspector to

his manager. “Have a safe journey” said the inspector politely.

Many miles away from the border crossing half way through the

motorway, the car was speeding through the green rural areas. “This is

such a smoo….” uttered Jack; suddenly the car started shaking.

“What’s happening to the car” says Jack’s wife Jane in a confused


“Don’t worry its nothing,” replied Jack trying to reassure her.

Getting off the motorway to check the… the car abruptly stopped in a

rundown area, on a deserted road. The area was completely empty, there

were no cars around; not even parked on the curbs. Insights were many

small houses most of them bordered up with wooden boards.

Jack tried many times to start the car, but there was no hope the car

was going to start. “Dad are we there yet” questioned Ryan, who just

woke up because of the sharp stopping of the car,

“Not yet son” replied Jack

“Dad” said Ryan trying to attract Jack’s attention

“Yes! Son!” answered Jack

“Never mind” murmured Ryan to himself, he knew it wasn’t the right

time to ask questions.

Getting out of th...

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...without delay Ryan checked that his dad was

still breathing Ryan saw no hope that his dad was alive because his

eyes were closed but maybe he was just unconscious however his dad

started coughing and instantly got back up on his feet.

“Come on we have to go”, boomed Jane. Ryan turned around and that was

when he stopped to catch his breath, there was the killer standing

there ferociously breathing hardly, trying to stay alive with blood

dripping from his begrimed face. Ryan was sweating buckets of fear

and, he couldn’t believe the killer got back up on his feet. The

killer wasn’t standing for long; he collapsed before he could take any

more actions.

The family had made it out of the house alive; they were not even

severely injured, just had a few scratches. This was one vacation they

would always remember.
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