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I celebrate my Birthday alone. It's not safe for others to be around me. (by Sparky)
I celebrate my Birthday alone. It's not safe for others to be around me.
During the latter part of middle school, my Father was the principal of my school, while my Mother volunteered as a lunch lady in the cafeteria. Having my parents there did nothing positive for my social life. It didn?t help that I was a recluse, overweight nerd that turned beat red during any sort of human interaction. I was a loser. There, I said it. The funny thing though, is that the bullies couldn?t even stuff me in lockers because I was too wide. With every passing day of torment, my parents pushed harder and harder for me to find a place to fit in.
In order to have any friends in my eighth-grade class, you needed to be on good terms with the big four: Kent, Lucas, Rob, and Dax. If they ignored your existence, you had no shot at getting close to anyone else. My Father knew this. He observed how kids flocked to them for acceptance during recess. But he also put his foot down, when they took down others, me included. There was a running joke between my Father and the big four, that he saw them spending more time in detention than in class.
One afternoon as my Father passed me in the hall, he encouraged me to follow the big four after school and join them in their skateboarding session. I was pretty decent on the board, considering my size. The thought of approaching the cool kids though terrified me. But I decided to give it a shot. Part of me thought they might be impressed with my talent.
?Let?s see what you got, Dustin. You think you can ride with us. Do a trick.? Dax shot me a fake smile and backed up with the others in a mocking kind of way.
I attempted a kickflip, but I didn?t land it on the first try.
?Kickflip, watch it big guy. That?s a tough one.? Dax chuckled.
During my second attempt, Dax came lunging at me and shoved me to the ground while I was in the air. I came crashing down hard, and I broke my jaw in the process. As I rode the concrete in a daze, all I could see was the big four laughing hysterically above me, as their blonde frosted tips glimmered in the sunlight.
Foolishly, I refrained from telling the truth to my parents. I told them it was an accident. I was desperate to make friends. And despite the injury, if I didn?t rat the big four out, I was hopeful they would accept me at some point. They didn?t, and I continued my miserable existence.
As my Birthday approached, a flame of sadness lit from within as I knew a Birthday party was out of the question. Why have a Birthday party when you have no friends to celebrate with? My parents had a plan though. They told me they sent invites to the big four to come over to our house for cake and refreshments. They promised me they would show up.
It was a breezy Fall Saturday, the day before my party, and I spent it shopping with my grandparents, while my parents got the house in order. When the big day finally arrived, I sat anxiously at the dining room table, imagining every worst-case scenario. What if the big four got bored? Would my parents let us hang out alone or would they hover around us? What if the big four didn?t even arrive? How would I possibly live with myself after that? My mind raced with negative thoughts, but then I heard the doorbell. And too my surprise, there they were.
We had our cake, opened gifts, and shared some awkward conversation, but things were not as bad as I had imagined.
?Are you guys ready for the egg chase?? My Father put his hand on my shoulder. ?The Birthday boy can?t partake. That wouldn?t be fair.?
?Egg chase?? I responded.
?Your Dad said he put a one-hundred-dollar bill in a golden plastic egg and hid it in some pile of leaves.? Dax ran out of the dining room and outside to our backyard deck. ?I?m grabbing it. You guys have no chance.?
The others and I joined Dax on the deck. There was a gigantic pile of leaves over the backyard grass. It must have been like twenty feet tall. It was absurd.
?When I say go, the big four will rush towards that pile of leaves and search for the egg. Ready, set, go!?
The big four raced for the pile, diving into the unknown. Loud thuds and screams soon followed. I stood in horror, as their bodies fell to the hole below. My parents had dug a hole and filled it with wooden spear traps.
I ran to the edge and looked down to the depths below, where the big four had been impaled. A pit of blood-covered dirt. I watched the life drain from their faces. I turned towards my parents with a puzzled look of fear. Before they could comfort me and explain themselves, I hopped on my bike and pedaled into town. I told the cops what happened, and they quickly arrived at my house and arrested my parents. I was fortunate that my grandparents took me in, but seeing the big four bleed to death was only the beginning of a series of weird happenings during the Birthdays to come.
During my Birthday the following year, I was raking some leaves in the front yard, when the leaves in front of me started to swirl around in the air. And as they floated, from within their cylinder-like shape, I saw the big four. Their arms grabbed ahold of me and pulled me towards them. I managed to release their grip and fell to the ground. The leaves scattered and I was left with just some minor red marks on my neck. Of course, my grandparents didn?t believe a word I had to say.
I was in a better place socially during the following Birthday. I had a couple of close friends over and we sat around the backyard fire pit sipping on a few adult beverages. A gust of wind sent leaves hurling toward my friend Cathy, and for a brief moment, I saw Dax shove Cathy face first into the firepit, causing third-degree burns. I kept my mouth shut about seeing Dax. Cathy concluded that it was an accident, but things were never the same with us after that.
I stopped having Birthday gatherings for a handful of years after that night. The problem is that every time I am in the vicinity of leaves on my Birthday, the big four try to kill me or anyone in their path. I landed an office job in my early twenties, and on my twenty-third Birthday, I went to a local bar with some coworker friends. As we were walking down an alley back towards the subway station, my friend Jeff stepped on a pile of leaves. And the big four surrounded him, suffocating him in a matter of seconds. My other friends there didn?t see what I saw. They only saw Jeff choking, grasping for air. I?m the only one being haunted. But others are getting hurt. I?ve given up on having Birthday gatherings. I don?t step foot outside when midnight hits and a new age arrives.
I don?t know how to stop this from happening. I hope that it will one day go away. For now, I need to play it safe and keep my distance once a year.
Source.
During the latter part of middle school, my Father was the principal of my school, while my Mother volunteered as a lunch lady in the cafeteria. Having my parents there did nothing positive for my social life. It didn?t help that I was a recluse, overweight nerd that turned beat red during any sort of human interaction. I was a loser. There, I said it. The funny thing though, is that the bullies couldn?t even stuff me in lockers because I was too wide. With every passing day of torment, my parents pushed harder and harder for me to find a place to fit in.
In order to have any friends in my eighth-grade class, you needed to be on good terms with the big four: Kent, Lucas, Rob, and Dax. If they ignored your existence, you had no shot at getting close to anyone else. My Father knew this. He observed how kids flocked to them for acceptance during recess. But he also put his foot down, when they took down others, me included. There was a running joke between my Father and the big four, that he saw them spending more time in detention than in class.
One afternoon as my Father passed me in the hall, he encouraged me to follow the big four after school and join them in their skateboarding session. I was pretty decent on the board, considering my size. The thought of approaching the cool kids though terrified me. But I decided to give it a shot. Part of me thought they might be impressed with my talent.
?Let?s see what you got, Dustin. You think you can ride with us. Do a trick.? Dax shot me a fake smile and backed up with the others in a mocking kind of way.
I attempted a kickflip, but I didn?t land it on the first try.
?Kickflip, watch it big guy. That?s a tough one.? Dax chuckled.
During my second attempt, Dax came lunging at me and shoved me to the ground while I was in the air. I came crashing down hard, and I broke my jaw in the process. As I rode the concrete in a daze, all I could see was the big four laughing hysterically above me, as their blonde frosted tips glimmered in the sunlight.
Foolishly, I refrained from telling the truth to my parents. I told them it was an accident. I was desperate to make friends. And despite the injury, if I didn?t rat the big four out, I was hopeful they would accept me at some point. They didn?t, and I continued my miserable existence.
As my Birthday approached, a flame of sadness lit from within as I knew a Birthday party was out of the question. Why have a Birthday party when you have no friends to celebrate with? My parents had a plan though. They told me they sent invites to the big four to come over to our house for cake and refreshments. They promised me they would show up.
It was a breezy Fall Saturday, the day before my party, and I spent it shopping with my grandparents, while my parents got the house in order. When the big day finally arrived, I sat anxiously at the dining room table, imagining every worst-case scenario. What if the big four got bored? Would my parents let us hang out alone or would they hover around us? What if the big four didn?t even arrive? How would I possibly live with myself after that? My mind raced with negative thoughts, but then I heard the doorbell. And too my surprise, there they were.
We had our cake, opened gifts, and shared some awkward conversation, but things were not as bad as I had imagined.
?Are you guys ready for the egg chase?? My Father put his hand on my shoulder. ?The Birthday boy can?t partake. That wouldn?t be fair.?
?Egg chase?? I responded.
?Your Dad said he put a one-hundred-dollar bill in a golden plastic egg and hid it in some pile of leaves.? Dax ran out of the dining room and outside to our backyard deck. ?I?m grabbing it. You guys have no chance.?
The others and I joined Dax on the deck. There was a gigantic pile of leaves over the backyard grass. It must have been like twenty feet tall. It was absurd.
?When I say go, the big four will rush towards that pile of leaves and search for the egg. Ready, set, go!?
The big four raced for the pile, diving into the unknown. Loud thuds and screams soon followed. I stood in horror, as their bodies fell to the hole below. My parents had dug a hole and filled it with wooden spear traps.
I ran to the edge and looked down to the depths below, where the big four had been impaled. A pit of blood-covered dirt. I watched the life drain from their faces. I turned towards my parents with a puzzled look of fear. Before they could comfort me and explain themselves, I hopped on my bike and pedaled into town. I told the cops what happened, and they quickly arrived at my house and arrested my parents. I was fortunate that my grandparents took me in, but seeing the big four bleed to death was only the beginning of a series of weird happenings during the Birthdays to come.
During my Birthday the following year, I was raking some leaves in the front yard, when the leaves in front of me started to swirl around in the air. And as they floated, from within their cylinder-like shape, I saw the big four. Their arms grabbed ahold of me and pulled me towards them. I managed to release their grip and fell to the ground. The leaves scattered and I was left with just some minor red marks on my neck. Of course, my grandparents didn?t believe a word I had to say.
I was in a better place socially during the following Birthday. I had a couple of close friends over and we sat around the backyard fire pit sipping on a few adult beverages. A gust of wind sent leaves hurling toward my friend Cathy, and for a brief moment, I saw Dax shove Cathy face first into the firepit, causing third-degree burns. I kept my mouth shut about seeing Dax. Cathy concluded that it was an accident, but things were never the same with us after that.
I stopped having Birthday gatherings for a handful of years after that night. The problem is that every time I am in the vicinity of leaves on my Birthday, the big four try to kill me or anyone in their path. I landed an office job in my early twenties, and on my twenty-third Birthday, I went to a local bar with some coworker friends. As we were walking down an alley back towards the subway station, my friend Jeff stepped on a pile of leaves. And the big four surrounded him, suffocating him in a matter of seconds. My other friends there didn?t see what I saw. They only saw Jeff choking, grasping for air. I?m the only one being haunted. But others are getting hurt. I?ve given up on having Birthday gatherings. I don?t step foot outside when midnight hits and a new age arrives.
I don?t know how to stop this from happening. I hope that it will one day go away. For now, I need to play it safe and keep my distance once a year.
Source.
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