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MidReal Story
The Manure Pit Peril
Scenario:Three tween girls are buried up to their eyes in a pit of manure in an abandoned barn in the woods, disgusted and terrified that they might drown in poop.
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Samantha
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a young girl who spent the weekend at her grandparents' farm. She is resourceful, brave, and determined. Samantha found herself and her friends trapped in an abandoned barn at her grandparents' farm, digging their way out of a pit of manure to survive the night.
Emily
side_character, female. She is one of Samantha's best friends. She is calm, intelligent, and supportive. Emily helped calm her nerves during their ordeal and used her quick thinking to find a way out of the barn before it collapsed.
Grandma Agnes
side_character, female. She is Samantha's grandmother who owns the farm. She is caring, responsible, and apologetic. Grandma Agnes regretted leaving Samantha and her friends unattended at the farm over the weekend but took immediate action to find and rescue them when she received the alarm call.
I can’t believe this.
I’m actually stuck in a giant pit of poop.
Along with my two best friends, no less.
This is the worst weekend ever.
I came to my grandparents’ farm for the weekend, and they left me here by myself while they went to run errands.
I wasn’t supposed to be here alone, but my mom called my grandma and said it was fine.
That I’d be fine.
But this is not fine.
So not fine.
My grandma and grandpa should have never left me here alone.
Especially over the weekend.
And I shouldn’t have brought my friends with me when I knew I was going to be here alone.
But I was bored, and my mom said it was okay with her, as long as Grandma said it was okay, which she did.
But none of them should have left me here by myself.
And I shouldn’t have brought Emily and Morgan with me.
We were bored out of our minds and decided to go for a walk in the woods.
We got lost and ended up at the back of some old farm.
We had no idea it was behind our barn—our woods.
We were walking along the fence line when we saw an opening and went through it.
Then we saw this old barn and decided to check it out.
I lead Emily and Morgan through the open barn door and into the darkened interior.
The only light comes from the small windows, casting a dim glow over everything.
Our footsteps echo off the creaky floorboards as we make our way deeper into the barn.
The air is thick with dust and the scent of old hay.
It’s musty and unpleasant, but I can’t help feeling a sense of excitement and curiosity.
As we walk, I notice that the walls are adorned with old farm equipment: rusty tools, broken machinery, and even an old plow.
There’s a large wooden beam running across the ceiling, with cobwebs hanging from it like macabre tapestries.
I shiver at the sight.
"Look at this," Emily says, pointing to an old milk pail hanging from a hook on the wall.
"It’s so old."
"And dirty," Morgan adds, scrunching up her nose in distaste.
"I bet it hasn’t been washed in years."
"Probably not," I say, glancing around the barn.
"There’s not even any running water out here."
We continue walking, our footsteps echoing off the walls.
As we move further into the barn, I notice that the floorboards are becoming increasingly creaky and uneven.
I can feel them shifting beneath my feet, and I start to worry that they might give way at any moment. Suddenly, I hear a loud crack behind me.
I turn around to see Morgan standing there, her face pale and frightened.
"What was that?" she whispers.
"I don’t know," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
"But I think we should get out of here."
As if on cue, there’s another crack, this time louder than before.
The floorboards beneath us groan and splinter, and I feel myself falling through them.
I reach out for Emily’s hand, but it’s too late.
We’re plummeting downward, screaming as we fall through darkness.
I don’t know how far down we are or what we’re going to land in, but I know it’s not going to be good.
And then, suddenly, we hit something hard and wet.
"Is everyone okay?" Emily gasps, her voice trembling as she struggles to sit up.
"I think so," Morgan replies, coughing and wiping muck from her face. "But what is this stuff?"
"It's manure," I say grimly, realization dawning on me. "We're in the old manure pit."
Panicked, I try to push myself up using my hands, but they just sink into the thick sludge.
The putrid smell makes me gag, and I can feel the cold manure seeping into my clothes.
I look over at Emily, who's trying to grab onto a broken board jutting out from the pit wall.
But when she pulls on it, it snaps off in her hand.
Morgan screams, thrashing about wildly as she sinks deeper into the muck.
"Stop moving!" I shout at her.
"You're making it worse!"
But Morgan can't seem to control herself.
She's too scared, too panicked.
And as she struggles, she sinks faster and faster.
I try to reach for her, but she's too far away.
And then, suddenly, her head disappears beneath the surface of the manure.
"Morgan!" Emily screams, reaching out for her friend.
But it's too late.
Morgan is gone. We both sink deeper into the muck, our movements becoming more desperate as we realize we're being pulled under.
The weight of our wet clothes is dragging us down, and the manure is rising up around us like a dark tide.
We tilt our heads back as far as we can, trying to keep our mouths and noses above the surface of the filth.
But it's no use.
The muck creeps up our necks, covering our chins and cheeks.
Just as the last of the light fades, a rope drops from above, and a voice shouts, "Grab on!"