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(20 votes) Published: Jul 09, 2004 12:00 a.m. In 1 Favorites Lists Viewed 432 times
That was it for me. I shot up the stairs like I had been shot out of a cannon, the shot gun fired and I shouted Run! Apparently my legs were charging up during that whole horrible experience and preparing me for that very moment because I was so fast it was as if I were running on air. Mike and Jeff werent taking their time either they were right behind me. I felt the small pieces of the concrete hit me in the face and chest as I turned and the blast of the shotgun hit the wall and missed. I ran though the kitchen, through the living room and through the entrance and blasted my way out the front, Mike and Jeff were only a step or two behind me. As we were escaping from the house of death, I heard the man shout something very loudly, later I knew what that meant the dogs. We were running down the road to Jeffs dads truck and we would have made it inside if Jeff hadnt locked the door. As soon as we stopped Jeff started to fumble with his keys, it was a miracle he even got hold of them, but it was too late, the two huge vicious dogs were trained to kill and they were on their way, meaning they had about two full seconds to catch up to us and we couldnt get the door open and make it inside in time. Jeff had always been very adamant about locking his fathers truck no matter how short the delay, his dad had no insurance and would kill him if anybody stole it. It looked as if that lunacy was going to cost us our lives. We did what we could, once again I yelled Run! except this time it wasnt to escape a mad mans house, it was to escape two mad killer dogs. We ran down the street as fast as we could, we were running almost dead even. We did the same sports and kept the same fitness, if we were any less fitter or faster, we would have been dead meat in that old mans collection for sure. Why? Because the mad dogs were only 3 or 4 steps behind us, we were lucky to be running down a road that was steep, we ran all the way down the long and empty road, it was like nobody existed except for us and the dogs, and a mad psychopath waiting for our corpses. I would imagine it would look kind of funny, three big guys running down the street trying to get away from two huge dogs, but even looking back on that didnt bring close to a smile. We ran down at full speed for about thirty seconds, until we saw a corner, at that corner was a house, I knew if we stopped to knock and gain entrance to the house or even burst through the door, the dogs would make it inside. There hot breath could be felt on the back of my legs. I managed to yell without slowing down, Jump the fence! I knew the dogs could probably jump the fence too, but we have had lots of training in jumping fences, if you know what I mean, and it saved our lives. We ran down toward the corner, and I saw a car! The car turned and beeped at us and we all swerved, including the dogs from hell, we ran up on to the footpath and jumped over the fence, my body practically flew over the fence and I kept on running on the other side, Mike and Jeff made it too and I just avoided an outside dinner set! I heard a loud thud against the fence! They didnt make it! Those two big heavy mother#*@!ers werent ready for the jump. We ran to the other side of the yard and jumped the fence and found ourselves running on sand, we were at the beach. We ran back on to the footpath and high tailed as fast as we could I looked being me, the dogs were there, but they were a good three seconds away. The must have stopped and jumped. They were catching up but the sand must have also caught them by surprise. We ran down the path and we started to see restaurants and people not too far ahead. We ran as hard as we possibly could, and I yelled the restaurant! it was only about twenty seconds of hard running ahead, and if we made it without the dogs catching us or getting too close, we can make it. I heard their feet and claws on the path very clearly now. They can only be four steps back at the most. It was amazing how we all stayed together, thank god nobody slowed down or tripped we made it up the path to the restaurant, we were all exhausted. It was a double glass door that said Push which was a real convenience, because if it said Pull I might not be writing this story. We burst inside, and everybody looked at us from the tables and order counter, we didnt stop, we quickly slammed the door with all our weight and we simultaneously pushed the door shut to the dogs banging up against the door! The massive impact that the massive dogs brought upon the door almost made all three of us fly backward and grant them entry. We didnt. We held it shut as they barked and snarled extremely loudly, they were scratching the glass door and once again, thank god that the glass was strengthened because with that enormous impact they would have undoubtedly smashed their way in.
Suddenly they turned and ran to the front #*@!ing door! Just as we thought the horrible nightmare had come to a living end, they had out smarted us. I yelled, hold the front door! nobody did anything, and thank god we were running at the time and the manger locked the back door, we made it with about half a second to spare. Bang! the dogs got stopped, amazingly they turned and bolted in the way that we all came! We stood their puffing and panting, if we had asthma, we would be dead! We held the door and the manager came over and locked it. Afterward the police came and the dog pound was called. I told the police that the dogs started chasing us on the beach we didnt know where they came from! Mike and Jeff just wanted to go home like me, but we would go mad if we all split up, instead we went to the party not by Jeffs dads truck of course, the policeman thought weve been through a lot and they accepted our request for the ten minute drive to the party. Can you believe it? The policeman said to his partner theyve been through a lot! and they dont even know the 99.9999 percent of it!! Can you believe that after all this we went to the original party intended? Can you believe that this whole horrible nightmare lasted for under half an hour? Can you believe that we actually made it to the party on time and before many other people showed up? Can you believe that? Its like continuing your life from the second it was plunged in to the tenth level of hell! We showed up and believe it or not we had a great time!!!! We ate, drank, and talked to people. Honestly it was bazaar, by the end of the night it was like we had dreamed the whole thing. We went to Mikes house and talked about it till 3pm and we decided to say umm, I dunno, just accept it the way it is and say #*@!, aw well pretty much it just doesnt shock us anymore.
The next day, we picked up Jeffs dads truck and took it his house.
We wouldnt ever really need to talk about it again and just put it behind us, and we knew that the psychopath was long gone. When the dogs came back without blood on their mouths and our corpses he most likely shot them and quickly left the state. Either way, we were not going back to find out! He knew he would get caught if he didnt leave. He knew. He knew.
THE END.
Swear to god, true story, believe it or not.
Only happened a couple of months ago from today.
Dec 08, 2005 10:04 pm - oh shit! U guys were shot at by a bastard with a shotgun!? damn! then chased by man- eating dogs? awsome. I mean i’ve been chased by dogs, too, but two big man- killing ones? damn! some adventure/ nightmare! wish i had an adventure like dat! good choice: not going back there!
Aug 10, 2006 8:20 pm - u should go back 1 more time and throw some fuckin fire bombs through the window
like some oil bombs some molotovs some napalm the list goes on
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