The Trail of Blood is a scary funny story about a teenage boy who goes out on a date with a girl in his class. The only problem is that he is terrified of her father. This is a true story.
When I was a teenager, my parents moved to a new town and I had to go to a new school. There was one girl in my class who was really beautiful and I would have given anything to go out on a date with her. In one of our classes, the teacher paired us up for a project, so we were going to have to spend some time alone together. I figured this was my chance to finally ask her out.
We worked on the project at her house, but when I found out where she lived, I began to have second thoughts. She lived in a small wooden cabin in the woods. Her mother wasn’t around and her father really creeped me out. He seemed to be totally insane.
He never said a word to me and acted as if I wasn’t even there. He walked around the cabin with his shirt off, drinking beer, chewing on tobacco and carrying a shotgun in his hand. It seemed like the only thing he was interested in was hunting. The walls were lined with bear-skins, animal heads, deer antlers and skulls. It was extremely creepy.
At school, one of my friends told me he had heard a rumor about the girl. He said that her father had killed her mother years ago, but the police were never able to prove anything, so he got away with it. Apparently, the mother’s body was found in the middle of town, riddled with bullet holes from a shotgun. He said the girl had to stay with her father because she had no other living relatives.
The story really rattled me, but there was no way to find out if it was true. I wasn’t actually going come out and ask the girl about it.
Eventually, I managed to work up the courage to ask the girl out and to my surprise, she said Yes. It was a date.
That night, I drove over to her place to pick her up. She answered the door wearing a short skirt and she had done her hair and put on make up. She looked gorgeous.
Just as we were about to leave, her father took me aside and spoke to me for the first time.
“You know what’ll happen to you if you touch her,” he growled.
Suddenly, the story about him murdering his wife was the only thing I could think about.
I took the girl to a movie and afterwards we went skating. All night, her father’s threat was preying on my mind. I was terrified that her Dad was going to kill me when we got back to her place. I just couldn’t get the thought out of my head.
At the end of the night, I drove her back to her place. When we got to her house, she told me to park at the end of her driveway and turn off the headlights. She wanted a kiss. At this point, I managed to forget all about her crazy father. I leaned over and kissed her.
Afterwards, I turned the headlights back on and I noticed something strange. There was blood in the snow at the end of the driveway. At first, I thought I was just seeing things. She didn’t seem to notice anything wrong. My heart was beating fast.
I wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to sound like an idiot. There had to be a logical explanation for all this.
I put the car in drive, and we started down the long winding driveway to her house. The trail of blood seemed to be getting thicker. I became more and more nervous. She still said nothing. She was fixing her makeup in the mirror. I kept driving, but all I could see was more blood. A chill ran down my spine and I broke out into a cold sweat.
I turned the last corner, and as we pulled up to her house, the headlights illuminated a figure standing outside. It was her father. He was standing there, covered in blood and he was clutching a huge knife in his hand. There was something lying at his feet in a pool of blood. It looked like a body.
Her father started to approach the car. I completely freaked out and started to hyperventilate. Suddenly, tears were rolling down my face. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I even peed my pants. I was sure he was going to kill me.
As it turned out, he had to drive me to the hospital instead. I was having a full panic attack.
I found out later that her father had found a bear at the end of the driveway and shot it. He dragged it to the house and was in the middle of skinning it when we pulled up.
I also found out that her mother isn’t dead. We are still together and whenever I meet her father, he always brings up this incident and just laughs at me.