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Im laying in my bed and its 10:30 Pm so the house was fairly quiet. Thats why i was concerned when i heard a very loud noise coming from downstairs. I was startled but its happens once in a while so i just lay back down and turn on my phone. *bing* i got a message i clicked on the message and it was from an unknown sender but it said nothing. I was confused but quickly came to the conclusion that it was an accidental message from a rando. Again i lay back down but i quickly get another message from that same number that said “hello Mika”. “Ummm who is this” i texted back because i was confused how they knew my name. I heard another loud noise from downstairs so thats when i put down my phone and walked out my room. Click click click i heard that from downstairs. Thats when i got very scared. I thought of a plan: i was going to run downstairs and start throwin hands. Not like a 12 year old boy could do much against a monster thats in my house. Either way i crept down the stairs slowly. Then i just got tired of waiting and jumped down half a flight of stairs. I looked around and saw it. It was just my dog scratching his metal water bowl. “Aww marco you scared me i thought there was something in the house. There was a long silence and then i thought about it for a second… that wouldnt explain the texts from a random message i heard the door open then i heard footsteps and knew someone was behind me. So much quicker than i ever did anything before i grabbed a knife turned around and stabbed the thing whilst yelling HAZAHHH.

And thats how i ended up with my brother in the E.R.

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Klink… I hear an odd noise, I think nothing of it because I have two dogs and the house is old. It's normal to hear random sounds around the house, dogs shuffling around, the wind, or the fridge. Another sound, a soft rumbling noise. I have no idea what that was, both dogs were laying with me in my room, It couldn't have been them I think. I whisper to both my dogs ” My little dog lifts her head and my big dog stands up and slowly walks toward my closed bedroom door and I start to freak out. My large standing at the door lifts her nose and sniffs around. My small dog hops up and starts to huff and puff on my bed, flicking her back feet like how she barks at the neighbors. their back hair starts to stand  up and begins to produce a low growl. I smell something and don't know what it is. It smells like fire but also smells sweet. I walk over to the door. I slowly and carefully open it, I notice that a candle is lit. I think to myself I did NOT light that candle, but that explains why it smelt like sweet fire. I want to investigate because obviously something was happening. I was scared to walk down the hall and peek around the corner. The dogs were both waiting with me at the door and they started to show teeth. They are pawing at the door and wondering what is going on. I don't know if I should hide, call someone, or be brave and explore. I make my decision and open the door slightly and let out my big, hairy, ferocious dog, and she slowly walks through the hall and disappears around the corner. Then bend over and clasp onto my pug, and then go out the door. I crept into the kitchen and peek around the corner and look through the windows, back door, as well as the front door. My big dog is standing in the middle of the kitchen and I have no idea what to do. I go stand next to her and she starts to growl again.

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My parents go to the Los Angeles airport to pick my grandparents up.  They tell me they will be home in a few hours and we all are going out for my birthday celebration.  I am home alone.  Thinking about what should I do to kill time, I grab a book and go upstairs to my bedroom.  “Meow!”  ...What is that noise?...  Is that a cat meowing?  Wait, I don’t own any pets…  I start walking out of my room nervously and heading down to the kitchen.  The buttery and sweet scent from the kitchen calms me a bit.  Is someone at home?  Oh wait, I am by myself… Without turning the lights on, I suspiciously aim at the long curtain where I can see dark figures with the help of the street lights.  Oh god, what should I do?  Should I call my parents or 911?  I realize I do not have a cellphone yet.  To get to my home phone, I have to go towards that curtain.  With heavy heart beating and stomach-churning, I rapidly swung the curtains, and I almost faint when so many people jump out holding confetti poppers and yell “SURPRISE!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KAYLEN!!!”  I lay down with joy and all of my fears have disappeared when I see all familiar faces.  I finally realize that my parents plan this to surprise me.  It is a very memorable moment and I still remember it to this day.

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Knock knock it came from my door while i was on my couch watching tv then all of a sudden i smelled my grandmother perfume but she died a few years ago and we got rid of that perfume and it had a hint of a burned smell so i stared to get a little nervous so i got up and walked to my kitchen and all the kitchen knifes and baking stuff were gone and she loved to bake so i thought to my self maybe she could still be alive its possible but its impossible then i heard and dripping from the ceiling and saw red stuff dripping so i looked up and saw what looked like my grand mothers sitting in a rocking chair so i decided to run but all the doors were locked so i stared to freak out but then i wanted to know what it was so i did a little bit of investigating but then i saw a light coming from under the basement door so i opened it and………

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Home Alone

Yep. I’m here, “home alone” . I love that movie.   I don’t live in a scary house, in fact it was built 2 years ago. I’m always home alone. I'm a collage student and no one is in my house to comfort me except Jacky (My german shepherd) who sleeps on my bed.  I wake up to the smell of blood A LOT of it. Jacky smells it too “Thank GOD i’m not the only one who is smelling it”. It’s hard to sleep but I calm down.“S***!” I hear a man's voice say that with an echo. “HE HAS A ****ING DOG” What? I look around the room, at that point Jacky is barking without his tail wagging but between his legs.  The door slammed shut immediately when I looked at it. All the lights are on and I get up with Jacky. I need to investigate. Once I get to the door  I’m scared to go out of my room and because I hear a conversion. “ HE HAD A ****ING DOG?” “AYE, A HUGE ONE TOO.” ”HOW DO WE ****ING DO IT?”. I go downstairs (Not being quiet because of Jacky) and see the sight of two men in old Victorian coats. (I live in Edinburg by the way). Jacky, barking at the two men who are transparent. I am so moved by Jacky that I, too, run to them. “****” “BLOODY HELL” They get out the pistols, I move slowly But Jacky still runs.

They Shoot.

The sound of thunder.

Everything gets darker.

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I hear knocking on the door, but I ignore it. Nothing can interrupt my gaming time.  I hear the knock again, though this time it sounds more like a crash. Now I’m concerned. I had heard stories about things like this happening, and they almost never end well.  I smell burning wood, and I rush to find where it’s coming from. I stop at the fireplace. I don’t remember my parents starting a fire. Then again, why would they tell me?  I hear the fridge open and I sprint as fast as I can towards it. I find it open and notice that my dinner, spaghetti, is gone. I noticed muddy footprints, leading towards my room. I slam the door open, and there’s nothing there. I must have imagined it. I sit back down at my desk.  Strange, I think. I thought I left my game open. In fact, I never opened youtube to begin with. The door behind me shuts. I freeze, and behind me, I hear a voice I’ve heard too many times to count say, “Spaghetti!” I turn around. It’s Super Mario, right out of Smg4. He sees me, and opens his mouth to say his most famous line: “Goddammit! **** you!” I call Smg4, (you don’t want to know who they are) and he actually picks up. “Hey, Mario’s at my house. Also, he stole my spaghetti.”

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Thump… Thump… Thump. AHHHH!!!!! What IS that? Thoughts rushing through my head, I had just woken up. The thumping stopped. I am just dreaming. I tried to go back to bed but there was something out of the ordinary… something like… What? How could I be smelling my Grandma’s perfume? But… She’s dead. This makes NO sense. I told myself. There it was again! “Thump… Thump… Thump. Over and over again with the smell of my Grandma’s perfume. I finally tried to get up but I couldn’t, My legs were paralized.

“Ah!” What was that? My door was open. I didn’t open it? I made sure it was closed. I got nervous thinking. What should I do? Should I call the police? Should I call my parents and tell them what happened? WHAT IS GOING ON!? I tried to think but whatever ideas came left, I was sitting there paralized not knowing what to do with the only noise of the, “Thump… Thump… Thump in the background.

I know maybe… maybe… I’ll… I’ll… I’ll just see what is up just in case because I don’t want to call the police just to find out there is nothing there at all. I found the courage to get up. I quietly snuck towards the thumping noise. Thump… Thump… Thump… It was coming from my kitchen. I slowly crept down the stairs. “THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!” I had slipped down the stairs. I had focused so much on what the noise was I didn’t even pay attention to my step. Why… WHY now!? The thumping stopped. It got harder and harder to step. I drawed in my breath. What IS that? I turned the corner… There was nothing there. What?  I heard a noise behind me, “SMASH!” I was a vase on the dining room table. I crept towards it. I turned around and saw. I screamed.

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A metal can falls to the floor, clanking and each end hits the ground. I turn and walk behind the couch. I pick it up to see it has no label. A chill runs through my spine and up my neck. Where did this fall from? I look around the room each step creaking the old wooden floors. I stop walking but… the creaking continues. An iron smell reeks in the air, “Ughh,” I say under my breath, it smells like the old library at my school. Worm holes in the books throughout the wrinkled yellow paper. Odd, but comforting. I close my eyes and breathe. I’m alone. I’m okay. My eyelashes flutter as the lights go dim. This is no coincidence. What is happening? I reach for the phone. Three tones of the speaker sound, calling what I think is the police. Then someone picks up. Not my parents, not the police, but a scream. Followed by another can falling on the floor of my kitchen, “ting ting ting ting-ting-ting.” The phone goes static. I creep into the kitchen and see there is no can to be seen, but a trail of curly phone wire covered in blood.  I hide under the sink cabinet and peek through the door. I see myself. Picking up a can behind the couch. A shadowy figure watches her as she goes to find the phone. She turns the corner and it makes sure she left. I gasp as it walks back into the kitchen with a phone wire. It sees me and quickly wraps the wire around my neck. I scream and I am so close to going out. It runs through the front door because she… or I, is coming back to the kitchen. She sees the bloody wire on the floor.

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Krash as the thunder roars and babies crying I wonder what happed my dog starts barking. what is going on I am so scared I am in my bed under the blankets. What is that smell it smells rotten it smells like a trash can fill with rotten meat I wonder if the butcher is throwing away the spoiled meat but the meat store is closed down? Oh my god I see a person like a silhouette out my window I start to freak out I desired to grab a pair of scissors and tiptoe downstairs and hid in the pantry and close the door. suddenly the door opens It was my mom tres out that my mom got home and throw away the meat that was in the frig for a month or was it my mom

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Home Alone

Beep. OH MY GOD! What was that!? I put the blanket over my head for a minute I finally took it off then took a good look at my surroundings I didn’t see anything so I just continued eating my ice cream then I start to smell some really delicious smelling cookies just like how my grandma would make them but I just realized she passed away three years ago how would I smell her cookies then I started to panic so much that I started to sweat I wiped my sweat with my blanket then I closed  my eye for a few seconds thinking none of this is real I opened my eye I find a candle that says grandmas homemade cookies I started to panic again because I never lighted a candle. I quickly creeped to the kitchen with my crucifix praying that nothing was real I walked into the kitchen with my eyes closed then I opened my eyes.

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“Crash!”. I heard that crash while I was home alone on October 31,  2015. My parents were away that day so I was freaked out to hear such a scary sound. It came up from the attic. Thoughts were racing through my mind as to what it could be. Suddenly another sound came from the attic. “CREAK!”. I was immediately freaked out by this. Then all of a sudden another thing happened. A smell. The smell was horrific. It smelled as if someone had burnt cookies only to lay mustard and ketchup on just to burn them again. This smell was so heart-wrenching that I don’t think anything else in the world could describe it. I looked over to my dog, Cherry. Cherry was completely still until I noticed her tail was up. Cherry is the calmest dog I’ve ever seen. Then her hairs suddenly rose. Now I knew that something was wrong. Then it hit me. I had smelled the scent before. It was a day a long time ago. We were at the park when we had passed a man in a dark hoodie. With a sudden “Woosh” the fireplace lit up. My hair rose and I started to get goosebumps. Our fire was not gas lit had literal firewood in it. I wanted to get up and scream. But I was too afraid. I felt as if I was an ice cube. Frozen in place. My hand would be shaking if it wasn’t for me gripping onto the couch. Then I realized had left the oven on. If it stayed on any longer it could start a fire. Perhaps it had already started a fire I thought to myself. I stood up slowly and built up the courage to take a step forwards. I moved creepily shaking with every step closer to the door. Once I was directly in front of the door I heard flames. I attempt to touch the door handle but It was searingly hot. I was too curious and afraid at this point. I kicked the door down. And felt a hot sensation among me. I opened my eyes and the entire kitchen was covered in flames.

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I am home alone in my room and my dog is with me and I just heard a big crash and a big bang. I am thinking that someone broke into the house or they are going too murder me, I am thinking if i should just call my parents or just wait for my dog to do something. I just heard it again so I am going to hide in my closet with my dog.Then I heard a movement like a hud or a dash. While I was in the closet I smelled something and it smelled like cookies and perfume. It  reminded me about my mom baking cookies and mom's perfume. I got so scared that I just started to hug  my dog and he started to growl. I was telling him “ shhh, stop growling’’ because I thought someone was going to come in and kill me. So I didn't hear anything else and my dog stopped growling. So I went to grab my phone but I wasn't there anymore. “ I am sure I left it here” I got more scared and I didn't want to go look downstairs. So I went down with my dog and I saw the door was cracked and there was a candle that lit up that I didn't do. Also, i saw my phone on the couch even though i left it on my bed, when i got it the screen was black and it had no battery. I Really wanted to call my mom or 911. I was going to run outside but I was too scared to go outside. I am going to keep investing so I was walking because I smelled the scent earlier. Me and my dog were following the scent and it led to the oven and there was actually something baking and the perfume scent led to my moms room.  But I was too scared to open the door…. When I opened the door I screamed!!

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(tick tick tick) It was the sound of my front door. It must have been my mom or dad I thought. I called for them but no one answered (SMASH). I was thinking that my parents broke something. “Is there someone there?” I asked. No one answered once again. At this point I am thinking that it was a wild animal or something, but at the same time I was scared that someone was in the house. (scrachting) It was different, I didn't really think this was some ordinary thing or person. I was upstairs and I smelt something formalari, it was… a candle, my old one that I lost my favorite kind. Then I went to investigate. The front door was open and this was open and a candle was lit. I ran back upstairs to check my security cameras. I lost my phone. I left it on my desk and I know I did because I had a youtube video. I looked all around my room. I was confused because someone must have been in my room, but I was right by the stairs and that's the only way to get to my room. I sneaked downstairs and investigated. There was another smell. It smelt like gasoline. I ran to the backyard and screamed there was a fire and a paper. The paper said “find me.” I turned back and saw something. It was pure white with black clothing. I got my bat and ran after it. I cornered it and it was in a room when something tapped my shoulder…………….

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CRACK! “what was that?!?” I shrieked. There is no one else here, probably just the house settling I think. So I walked to the stairs. I walked down and there was a broken vaise. It looked like it had been smashed with a hammer. I am terrified now. POP! I heard a loud pop and I smelled “potato chips' The smell made me remember something my mom told me once: a potato chip bag exploded because of the altitude and scared everyone so much. I covered my mouth because I said potato chips and hid behind the couch in the living room. Did the potato chip bag explode or was it something else. I walked toward the kitchen. There it was… a hammer on top of a bag of potato chips. I walked toward the hammer, I want to touch it, but I am so scared I can’t move so I just stand there staring at the hammer. I tiptoed toward the hammer. I tried to lift it but it was so heavy I just made it fall over with a thud. “Huh” I am confused, there is a smashed picture of my mom and dad along with potato chip crumbs. There is also a picture of a garage. So I creep down the hall and open the door to the garage “SURPRISE” my parents and brothers are there. “What I thought you were at the store” “It’s your Birthday.”

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Crk… crk… I freeze up. I’ve heard this sound before. Why has it come again? Where is it coming from? A smell, sickly sweet but also sharp, hits my nose hard and fast. It immediately reminds me of my father’s cologne, but how? My father died in a car crash three years ago. My mom threw all his cologne out after his death for us to be able to move on. There’s no way I could be smelling his cologne. Candlelight appears in the corner of my room. I silently panic. I want my mom, but she’s off on a date. I hide under my bed. After some time, I creep towards the candlelight very slowly. Another candlelight appears above the first. I freeze. A dark, burnt hand shoots out and grabs my shoulder. Another candlelight appears, then a fourth, then a fifth, and on and on until I can make out a face. No… it can’t be… I scream. What’s standing in front of me is my dad, skin burnt to a crisp, on fire. He smiles. I wake up. “Phew,” I say. It was just a nightmare… or was it?

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First and Last Name Abraham Abhari

Mrs. Luker

English 7/Period ____6

7 October 2021

Home Alone

It was a dark and stormy night... My parents left the house. I was indeed HOME ALONE…    BANG! I jumped and looked outside. There seemed to be nothing. I questioned myself if I was imagining things. BANG! No... This time I knew I was not imagining things and I heard this noise from my front door. I quickly looked outside once more as the thunder made it’s great thunder roar. A man in a black suit looked at the door with his big gun. I smelt the smoky gunpowder and looked at the bullet shots pierced through my door. I ran upstairs and went under my bed to hide. I heard a drop. POW! This man entered the house. I smelt the gunpowder once more and remembered when I first saw a man get shot at the local 7-11. I stayed still as much as I could. I forgot about my pet monkey but remembered Jerry Berry, my monkey. I heard a scream from him and then heard the same BANG!  This man then entered my room and he killed Jerry Berry. I then saw my cellphone on my desk. I wanted to call the police but I could not, for this action would have killed me I thought to myself because he was in my room. I then itched myself causing a REEE! This man looked down and I knew I was dead… Then he looked away. I survived! I had to run for the phone otherwise Jerry's sacrifice would be worthless. Then I looked at him and snuck and crawled for the cellphone. I managed to get the phone and called 911… the police busted down the door but he had looked down at my bed once more before leaving. He had found me and my time was out I told myself… BANG! The man's gun blasted…

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My mom and her boyfriend went out for a dinner date. I was honestly relieved. I can get pretty sick and tired of them sometimes. The obnoxious cheesy lines, the kisses and hugs, the deep talks about how they love each other. I don't understand how they could be around each other for so long. Whereas I'm locked up in my room until both of them leave. When they said they were leaving, I had such a joyful feeling in my stomach. It's been 40 minutes since then and I enjoy this peace and quiet. Even the pets are calm. I went to get a  fruit rollup since we have some in stock. When crying echoes through the halls into my ears. I hear the dog ferociously  barking, where the cat is hissing into the hall. What is going on, there’s no one here? I think to myself. I ignore it when I hear a blood curdling scream. It was as if banshee was letting out her cry. I grabbed a kitchen knife and went into the closest room near me and locked the door. The sound is moving. Someone couldn’t have broken in. They just left! Everythings locked up This reminds me of the story my grandma told me, about her tales. The dog whimpers. And goes quiet. A very lavish scent fills my lungs. Then, the smell of death? I can't explain it. It's almost rotten, yet faint, mixed with something else. I hear the sound disappear. But the disappearance of the sound was strange. As if someone stopped a record player from playing its melody. It was unnatural. I walked out judiciously. I looked and saw the dog and cat. They were perfectly fine, but off. They were almost perfectly in sync. But something, something was odd. The house didn’t feel the same as before, it was as if, not someone, but something, was inside. I don’t think it will be leaving any time soon. I walked out, and the pets were staring at me, watching me as if I was something strange, or something they weren’t sure of or knew. I grabbed my phone and looked out of the window. It was deserted. No one was around. I looked at the pets again, and noticed. They weren’t breathing. Yet, they were so lively. I called the police, and told them the situation. They said they were coming, but as a joke? I heard the crying again and smelt that scent. But the revolting scent that followed wasn’t faint like before. It washed over the house as if it was claiming it as its own. I tried to call the couple that left, but they never answered. Everything went back to normal, the pets were breathing again, the scent went away. But the sound once again emerged. I decided that in order to get rid of this, I had to take it on. The sound was coming from one room, I opened the door to find a baby doll? “What” Everything went black. What's this presence ?

THE END

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“Crash!”. I heard that crash while I was home alone on October 31,  2015. My parents were away that day so I was freaked out to hear such a scary sound. It came up from the attic. Thoughts were racing through my mind as to what it could be. Suddenly another sound came from the attic. “CREAK!”. I was immediately freaked out by this. Then all of a sudden another thing happened. A smell. The smell was horrific. It smelled as if someone had burnt cookies only to lay mustard and ketchup on just to burn them again. This smell was so heart-wrenching that I don’t think anything else in the world could describe it. I looked over to my dog, Cherry. Cherry was completely still until I noticed her tail was up. Cherry is the calmest dog I’ve ever seen. Then her hairs suddenly rose. Now I knew that something was wrong. Then it hit me. I had smelled the scent before. It was a day a long time ago. We were at the park when we had passed a man in a dark hoodie. With a sudden “Woosh” the fireplace lit up. My hair rose and I started to get goosebumps. Our fire was not gas lit had literal firewood in it. I wanted to get up and scream. But I was too afraid. I felt as if I was an ice cube. Frozen in place. My hand would be shaking if it wasn’t for me gripping onto the couch. Then I realized had left the oven on. If it stayed on any longer it could start a fire. Perhaps it had already started a fire I thought to myself. I stood up slowly and built up the courage to take a step forwards. I moved creepily shaking with every step closer to the door. Once I was directly in front of the door I heard flames. I attempt to touch the door handle but It was searingly hot. I was too curious and afraid at this point. I kicked the door down. And felt a hot sensation among me. I opened my eyes and the entire kitchen was covered in flames.

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I woke up with hot sweat on my face breathing hard, I woke up from some noise that sounded like screaming but it was not normal fun it sounded like someone tapping on the bathroom wall. But? How? I live alone. I tried to tell myself it was probably the old vent. Scratch scratch scratch. “What, no.. I'll just go back to bed…” But I can't because there is a rotten smell. I went to get take out today so I don't know what the smell is, I better check just to be safe.

I climbed out of my bed slowly taking the covers off. I put my feet on the floor quietly. I got to my door when the smell almost killed me. It smelled so bad. It reminded me of when my sister got shot by the old blood smell. Oh right she used to live with me. I don't really remember her. I was only about 7 that's 10 years ago next month. When I get to the door I put my hand over my nose which only helps a little bit. I start to turn the door handle. The door opens loudly and I walk into the hallway and try turning on the lights but? “Huh not turning on?” That's when I realized my front door was wide open. The doors I had shut are also not open. Someone or something must be here.

As I start to walk down stairs I see something, long limbs untouched messy black hair and white pail skin fingernails torn off with dried blood under them. The thing had rags covering its body but mostly had rips in it. It held something? Now's not the time to look. I have to go hide and call 911? Right? My phone is still in my bag from the party hanging on the stairs. I tiptoed over and grabbed my phone. I opened it and put the numbers 9.1.1 “CRACK” was the noise made as it hit the floor then I saw it. The dog looked like a human thing walking up the stairs very slowly.

Now that I’ve got close or it's gotten closer I can make out that it does not have a face. It moved its long hands where its mouths were supposed to be and it ripped its skin and made a long bloody smile. Too bad I never made it out. Or anyone who saw it

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“Haha! That was really funny!” I was talking to my friend on my phone. “Waaaaa!” I heard a baby crying but… I don't have a baby sister or brother. “D-did you hear that too Pam..?” I asked, terrified. My eyes widened, “Hear what?” Asked my friend Pam. “N-nothing, I just thought that I heard a baby crying, anyways you were saying-” I got cut off as I heard a bang. My heart dropped, my stomach was turning. “I think someone is here,” I told Pam, but… she didn’t respond. “Pam?” I asked. I looked back at my phone and all I saw was something red, it was, “Blood?!” I screamed in horror. What is going on? Why is there blood all over the floor of Pam’s room? What is happening?! I thought. All of a sudden I smelled fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. My parents couldn’t possibly be doing that because I’m home alone. Plus, my parents don’t know how to bake. Then, I smelled my grandma’s perfume that she always wore, but my grandma died years ago… “Cookies are ready!~” said an eerie voice. “Hold on grandma!” I walked to my parents room and there was a coat hanging in the closet. It looked like a person. Is that a person? Who is in the house? Are they coming to try and find me? Are they getting impatient, or are they waiting for the right time to kill me? I thought. I left my parents room pretending not to notice me. I slowly walked downstairs. Then I remembered that the murderer was downstairs. I walked back up the stairs. I called 911. “Hello, this is 911, what is your emergency?” said the dispatcher. “Hello my name is Lexi, pls pretend you're my mom, but someone is in my house.” “Ok. I will `` The dispatcher said back, “honey? Are you coming?” Asked the eerie voice once again. I sucked up what felt like all my fear and threw it away. I sighed “I’m going downstairs mom!” I told the dispatcher on the phone. “Wait, don! You could get seriously hurt!¨ “Grandma made me cookies!” I said as I ignored what the dispatcher said. I crept downstairs. “Mind you that my grandma is dead” I went over to the kitchen. “Oh it’s just my pet cat.” I said laughing, “Sorry to waste your time” I Told the dispatcher and hung up. Wait a minute, if that was my cat, then who was talking to me? I heard a door creek open and turned around I screamed. “Help, there is someone here! It is a-” I got hit in the black of my head. Everything went black. When I woke up, my mind was spinning, my heart racing, I was soaking wet. I looked around, and I realized that I was wet from my own sweat. Must have been a dream… I thought, I went to go shower and after I got out and changed, I went downstairs, only to see a plate with cookies on them ¨Mom?” I shouted. All of a sudden out of nowhere I got stabbed in the stomach. I dropped to the floor looking at the thing above me. I knew who it was... I took my last breath before closing my eyes, but not before thinking, how could you… mother?

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FWAAAAACK! I froze dead in my tracks, “ That sounded like it came from the living room.” I said while shaking. I walked over and there seemed to be nothing wrong, everything was just how I left it. Then again, FWAAAAAACK! I jumped and almost spilled my water all over me. This time it came from my room, and not only that but there was a mysterious smell too. It smelled like roasted pecan pie. I thought, pie why pecan pie?'' That reminds of the time at my great grandmother's funeral someone made roasted pecan pie. I went to check out my room, when I got to the door it was already open but I swear I had closed it. I went in and it was completely trashed.

“What the Heck?” I whispered. “ Is anybody here!” I exclaimed. But there was no response. I got to do something I thought. I know I will call my parents. I took my phone out of my pocket and called my dad. I heard another phone rigging in the basement. I crept down the stairs and there it was demonic-looking human eating what seemed to be some sort of meat. Then it came running after me. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”

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“Guuuurrgllleee.” “ Umm hello, who’s their?” As the sound echoed through my house my sleeping dog's head perked up. Another deep moan came from upstairs… “HELLO!” I scream. But there was no answer. Although I was alone in the house I wasn't worried, at least I think. And then another raspy growl came from upstairs. It was, well it was terrible like if someone was drowned but still could talk. Wait there’s a smell, I-I remember it from somewhere. It's like a rose smell, although with a slight rotten smell. Wait, I remember, It smells like my old aunt's grave. Even though we could smell the body rotting we put perfume over it to cover it up. The stench was faint but terrible, something out of a horror movie. Again I call out, “Hello?” As I look around I feel like there’s something missing. Wait I know my bible is gone and my chain with a cross they're all gone. I wonder where I could have put them? What if someone took them? No, that's impossible. Then I heard another creaking noise. Now i'm spooked so I book it out of the house into the street, but wait the street it’s gone… Everything is run-down and abandoned. Did I teleport into another dimension of some sorts? I think. But I was just in the house and everything was normal. As Tried to slowly creep back into the house I saw a flash of a silhouette in the window of the house. I hear it again, the faint gurgle and the whiff of rose and rotten flesh. As I'm right next to the door a tall, lanky woman levitating off the ground  breaks the door open knocking me back onto. Then the gurgling sound again, then a scream from the women… but I never see her again she just disappears, and I'm stuck in this god forsaken dimension alone and starving.

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Home Alone

“Ahhhhhh,” I screamed! There is a horrible noise coming down from the basement. It sounds like a screeching, crying baby doll and it's not stopping. I am home alone because my parents are on a vacation, and I only have my rat with me. I still can't stop hearing the noise. It is whispering my name, “Help, help,” I projected. I really need someone right now. I looked down at my pet rat to see if he was okay, but Kitty (his name) was too scared and went back to his cage. I couldn't stop wondering what this noise was. It's whining, screaming, and now the floor is shaking. Then I realized it's moving. I decided to walk down the stairs slowly. Step by step, I smell something. “ Click,” and there I was remind, the smell was chocolate chip cookies, but not the regular ons. It is the one my neighbor backed for me. She put poisonous powder in it , which made my sister die. I couldn't do this anymore. It smelled musky, oily, plastic, and cardboard. I was furious, now. Not only has this creature freaked me out, it brought me horrible memories of my sister. I wanted to kill this person, so it was game on. “ I'm coming for you, you smelly baby” I shouted. Slowly, but surely, I took one more big step down to the basement. Then I realized that this creature is making a pattern. Each step I take, I could hear each step the creature takes forward. SO I take one step back, and then the creature takes a step back. I ran upstairs =, so I could be as far away from this horrible thing, but them. Then I looked to my right, turned the lights on and the front door opened right in front of me. I started to breathe heavily, and then I thought , what if the doll has powers? WHat if if the doll was my sister? WHat if it is not an ordinary doll? I got mad. I leaped down the stairs, into the basement. I turned the lights on and was shocked. I could hardly talk, and move. I took two baby steps back, but I could feel something bad was going to happen. Right then, the baby dolls eyes narrowed, and fiercely one eyed stared at me. “ Wanna build a snowman,” She deeply moaned, and giggled. “ Ahhhhhhhhhhhh someone.. someone.. help…. help me” I could hardly say. I ran as fast as a cheetah, all the way up the stairs, out the open door, and all the way to Africa. I least thought I did, but I actually just ran down my walkway. I tripped, and fell to the grough. I decided to play dead, wait till the doll walked  to me so I could fight her. 2 hours later, I realized that I'm not waiting for this baby to come to me, I'm coming for that obnoxious doll. So, I flung down the stairs, and got my toy bear, and raced to that baby doll. Right as I was about to punch her in the face, she...

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“What is that?” I said. Drip, drip, drip. I am hearing a dripping sound coming from the attic but I'm all alone. Uh oh, it could be something that is scary. I should look at my dog to see what her reaction is. Maybe I should call my parents. My dog is still sleeping like she always does. I smell something that smells rotten. “Oh no, this reminds me of one of the stories my brother made up to scare me!” I said. I don’t know what I should do because nobody told me what to do if this happened. It smells raw and stinky like meat. It reminds me of  the dead rabbit we had in our backyard one time. Wait, all the doors in the house that were closed are now open. That's definitely not normal, something might be in here. Then I saw that my dog had woken up and was looking at the attic. Maybe I should go up and check it out. No, I shouldn’t. I can go outside and tell my neighbors, but I'll have to go to the door. Ok, the most reasonable thing to do is go to check it out. As I was crawling slowly up the stairs and crouching, I was able to run at any moment. As I got closer I heard the sound become louder and louder. I finally made it to the ladder to get into the attic. As I got to the top of the ladder and went into the attic I didn’t see anything. “Ha! I can’t believe there was anything to worry about. It's just a pipe leak.” I said. Just then there was a sound from above me. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. “Boo!” My dad yelled.

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“Glass Breaking” I looked over at my room door, then looked at my dog. He was looking at my door. I was thinking maybe it was something in my head. It's not true you're fine I said. “more glass breaking” I looked at my dog again and he was starting to growl. As I was looking at my dog I started to smell something weird…It smelled like fire. My head started to hurt really bad and I started to cough…When I was trying to get out I noticed my bedroom door was open. I was thinking I never opened the room. Why is it open? I tried looking over at my dog but he wasn’t there. Then I couldn’t smell the fire anymore but then I was thinking about that I heard someone walking up the stairs. As they were walking I could hear them running up the stairs. I wanted to hide but it was like I couldn’t move. I was in shock as I heard them getting closer. I got the courage to hide behind the door. I heard whatever it was walking by my room and went into my sister's room. It then went into my room but they just looked then went out the door. I got the courage to walk down stairs and see what happened. I saw the front door open I went by the door and “AHHH” I screamed

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A screech has been heard in my basement. It was very loud. It sounded like an african death whistle. I was in my room looking at my cat and it was still sleeping. I was wondering if it was loud enough that my neighbors heard it. I went down stairs and opened the basement door. I walked down the stairs and it smelt like dust. But then smelt a very odd smell. It smelt like canned tuna, and blood mixed together. And even smelt like metal. I went down further and saw broken glass, somebody was inside of my house. I was recording on my phone just in case I found something. There was a trail of dirt, and leaves. Thinking if the person inside was outside and dragged some leaves inside. Some of the boxes inside were knocked down for some reason and I got skeptical. I was wondering if I should go back upstairs and call 911 or call my parents. Or I should keep looking if it was a possum. I went in more inside of the basement and tried to keep a low profile, and tried to make very low noise. When I was halfway through the basement I heard a can get knocked out. And heard… growling. I went closer to see If it was a possum. Then I saw it was very tall, its skin was so tight that you could see its rib cage. It looked like it had a deer skull as a head. You can’t see its eyes. Pitch black sockets. It was the wendigo. I freaked out and ran back out. Hopefully it didn’t see me but I heard a screech that was louder than the other one. I ran back into my room and hid in the closet. I texted my mom to come back quickly. As I was texting her and said that i was hiding in the closet and said that there is someone inside. I saw the wendigo in the crack of my closet and told my mom to call the cops. In 10 minutes the cops arrived as the wendigo made a screech again it ran outside of the backyard and went into the woods. I went downstairs crying.

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Home Alone

Mom and Dad left for the grocery store, why did they leave me here, I'll probably burn the house down. Oh god, I just heard a crunching sound downstairs. What is that sound? I'm terrified, what could that sound be, all of my pets are in my room, no one else is here, what could be making that sound. Oh, there's a horrible stench coming from the living room, it reminds me of raw meat, but almost rotten. Huh, the fireplace seems to be lit, but I never put it on fire, and Dad always has it off when he's home, what thing could be in here intelligent enough to open this, I just want to go to my room and lock the door, but what if the thing that turned on the fireplace is in there. No, I´ll stay out here and call Mom, maybe she just forgot to turn off the fireplace and Dad didn't notice. Welp, Mom said she made sure to turn off the fireplace, now that I think about it, Dad is way too punctual to leave the fireplace on with just me here. Alright, I´ll go into the basement, might as well try to find out what this thing is before it eventually ends me. I´m going to creep into the basement to find it, I should bring my Dad´s bat though, just in case. Alright I´m opening the door to the basement, I started to creep into the basement, I see someone sitting there, I went over to him with my bat, and, oh right, I forgot, my brother was studying in the basement this whole time.

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SHHHHHRIP! I was home alone when I heard the trash bag outside shred. I assumed it was the usual dog the neighbors had. When I looked out the window I expected to see the dog.

The dog was in my neighbor’s house. I just decided to think that a branch fell on the bag. That’s when I smell something out of the ordinary. I smelled something raw, but it somehow smelled good. It reminds me of right before my dad put steaks on the grill. It’s weird because dad rarely makes steaks. I can’t believe I recognized it. I’m a little secretive since I decided to check the security cameras I secretly placed in every room. When I check one of the cameras everything seems fine. I scroll through a few more. Perfectly fine. Then I check the kitchen camera. The picture is lost but there is still audio. I was wondering What the heck happened. Good thing I installed 2 cameras there. I check the other camera in the kitchen. Same thing. I decide to lock myself in my room when I hear thumping down the hall. My room is the best for this kind of emergency. My room has multiple hiding spots. I decide to climb through the vent to the kitchen. When I’m over the kitchen vent I look down and I see nothing. I stayed for about five minutes. I thought it was all a joke or something. But then they appear. I see two people in animatronic suits. They each look up. I fell out of the vent. They just stare at me with an empty golden rabbit animatronic. They knocked me out and put the suit on me. I scream.

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My mom left me at home while going to the store, and I feel a little nervous…… UHOH what was that sound?! I feel very weird and scared. What was that? Why did that happen? Why didn’t I go to the store with mom? So many questions, so many wonders. Wait, snif snif, what is that smell? It smells like fire!!! This reminds me of that fire we drove by on the freeway! What is happening??!! I’m so scared right now. Wait, there wasn’t a vase on the dining table before! How did that get there? I want to run out of the house, but I'm too afraid to run away, I guess I’ll just hide. The closet! I’ll hide in there. No one will see me in here. Wait, what am I doing? I’m not just gonna hide in a closet! I’m a big boy and I’m gonna go face my fear’s. HA! This isn’t too hard. Behind that door is my problem, and I’m gonna go face it! I open the door and… HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! Oh come on.

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I was reading such a good book and I had my dog on my lap enjoying the book. Suddenly, Crash, the shutters to my windows slammed shut as I heard some kind of moan,or cry of something young. Almost like a child. I am so confused. I live in a tall 2 story house and if I were to hear something from the ground outside it would have to be a scream. But this was no scream this was,this was a sort of whisper. As I went up to look out the window the shutters opened and nothing to be seen for a mile except dirt and trees and the only thing I could hear was the festival in the park. And then I felt a breath on my neck. Being the scaredy guy I am, I turned around as quickly as I could. Nothing, then CRACK. My shutters slammed so hard they they snapped and fell to the floor, then i smelled my great aunts famous homemade pumpkin bread in the stove, this reminded me of when i was little, and all i could think about when she came over i knew that when she came over i could look forward to to her pumpkin bread. Then WHOOSH, I heard the gas fireplace turning on the stairs. And going back to my great aunt, the picture frames I had of her in my room  are me and her at Disneyland and me and her at the first day of school. But when I look at the pictures and I think to myself and realize that I am there and so is the background but my aunt is not there. And I know this because I was hugging her in one of the photos and it looks like I am now hugging the air. But then I thought I was lucid dreaming so I thought nothing of it. So I went back to bed but that was a mistake. I woke up and the power was out and the house smelled like gas and I thought the fire place I remember it on and I can hear it hiding so I had to turn it off and fast. And then it was off. Then i remembered that the fireplace went off in my dream and this can't be because i could smell the gas. Then I heard a door slam. And it was the living room door and i was trapped and i go up to the door and it is locke so i try to kick it and i hear cracking so i keep going to get it down and then i woke up and my mom was banging on my dor to unlock it and i yelled sorry and i went up to open the door and there was a man in a michael myers mask then it was really dark and the man said try to escape this know.

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¨SMASH!¨ I heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen. I was in my room just reading so I went to go see what was going on. I looked at my dogs and they were barking very loudly,so I knew something was wrong. So I grabbed a flashlight and went to investigate as I was approaching. I heard a noise again but it wasn't a loud crash, it was a woman crying, I smelt something too. It smelt like a swamp/lake and it reminded me of a story about my friends at school. They said¨Once there was a woman near the lake and she was a kind hearted woman but was killed by drowning in the lake, and now she's a vengeful spirit that roams the houses near the lake.¨.Unfortunately for me I live near the lake. So I was ultimately terrified of my life. I took a quick peek in the kitchen where there was a pool of water on the floor. I thought to myself ¨was she that sad? and why did she come to my house there's more houses that are near the lake? and this is why i'm always unlucky.¨ I want to hide and not want her to see me and I wanted my mom to fight her, not me.So I hid under my bed and there was a spider under it so I started to hit it to death. I knew she heard me so I got out of my hiding spot and I snuck to the kitchen and there she was,crying. I turned on the lights and there was my mom crying because she dropped her food on the floor and the 5 second rule passed already. I was laughing to death as she asked ¨what I was doing up so late?¨’THE END

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A gagging sound appeared in the bathroom. I know I'm home alone but I have a cat so it could be her. The gagging stopped randomly but now I hear a giggling noise. Cats can't laugh. The hair on my arms are up and I have several goosebumps everywhere. I reach for the bathroom knob, it's slimy and foamy. What could have made this mess? I thought to myself I smell my Mom's perfume in the bathroom. No one is allowed to touch my Moms stuff, everyone in my house knows that. I remember the only time she ever wears this expensive perfume is when she goes to a meeting, which she hasn't had in years. I walk back to my cozy bedroom, I notice my tv turned onto the news. I search for the remote all over and it's not there. My heart is racing so fast. I go to the TV to turn it off when I hear the news say “Lock your doors, there's a group of creatures on the loose.” “Are the creatures in my house?!” I say loudly. I go to my bathroom and lock the door. My bathroom is the only one in the house that can lock. I close the door and lock it so fast. I'm hiding in the cold bathtub. I try to call my parents but my phone doesnt allow me to take calls. It's been 30 minutes and I can't hide in here any longer. I creak the door open with a loud sound and go back downstairs to the bathroom I heard the noise first in. I tiptoed the whole way down. This whole night I felt like someone was watching me. I build up my courage and open the slimy bathroom knob. The lights flicker on when I see… My mom?!?! She tells me everything. It was a prank this whole time.

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I'm not afraid of you, Not like the others:

What was that? Grandma? Mom? I burst out of bed staring at what looks like yellow dots outside my window but its frosted glass no one can see in and no one can see out. I start to tense up while breathing very heavily as I look down to see my watch. It was two things at that moment that made my face go pale. It was a message that read. “Demons are like loyal dogs they come when they are called upon” What the actual, knock knock KNOCK KNOCK. That thing on the window was pounding its head on the window until it broke it what i saw gave me the chills It looked like a dog with the with a very large body but it looked to have a black cape on and it was freaky it then looked straight in my eyes and then it inhaled then it SCREAMED like as if it was a jet plane engine, a sonic scream I pounded against my wall covering my ears I could now feel the blood dripping down my head so i lunged for my room door and it followed me but i got the closing on it. I start freaking out until I see my mom. She just pulled in from the driveway and I saw her through my sisters room but as I head towards the garage I see my dad not alive headless. I start to hyperventilate and i scream As the lights flicker and go dark and the body disappears shortly after I run outside completely forgetting that my mom was in the garage i was just to jittery this monster plays with the mind and if i just BANG I run into the pole but that wasn't there before that means that the monsters can intervene with reality so i grab a sharp cut pole from the bin next to me and head to the side yard There it is the 8 foot monster I lunged forward and it turns into dust

And I fall into a bear trap and it snaps the pole in half then it grabs me by the neck and whispers. Reality can be whatever i want then SNAP

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I was home when my dad left for a business trip. My mom passed away when I was a young boy.  Was going to be home alone for 4 days. I invited my best friend over. Ivan arrived 2 minutes early typical ivan always early. We get some snacks and go to my room to watch some horror movies. When we where watching a movie I heard a rustling and then the front door creaked open. And then I smelt my moms homemade pumpkin pie. It brought a tears to my eyes I had a vivid memory of eating the pie right before the acident that would leave me felling that I was to blame for this horrible accident when she died. The door creaked open me and my firend ran down to see what happened the front door was open and muddy boot prints where leading through the kitchen. “What is that” ivan said “i dont know” I replied. we where both scared and wanted to leave. “Could your dad be home” ivan asked. I wanted to say yes and end all of this fright i couldn’t though. “No way” i said back in a panicked voice. The lights went out peer darkness. I tiptoed down the stairs ivan following. The footprints ended in the start of the basement. It was still darkness i walked in. The rows of shelfs where everywhere. Ivan stepped forward a scream rang out echoing across the room ivans body was dragged across the hard concrete floor. He looked lifeless. I turned around there was a man standing there. “THUMP”

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CLICK! CLICK! What was that NOISE! I thought. I’m nor certain what it was, nor who or what could have caused that. I guess the noise isn’t that out of the ordinary. Even with that in mind, I still get out of bed and walk over to my desk. I flick the light switch on. After looking around my room I flick it back off. The digital clock sitting on my desk reads 3:09 am. Suddenly my nose is hit with the abrasive scent of something familiar. I can’t quite put a finger on exactly what it is, but something about it was eerily familiar. Whatever, I’m probably just so tired that I am at the point of delirium anyways, back to that book, I thought. I trudge back over to my bed and where is my book? I could have sworn I left it right there? I jostled the sheets around a bit. Hmm, thats kinda weird. Now things are kinda strange, I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep any time soon. I walk back over to my light. With one flick, the light has filled the room. Now where is my book? I shuffle around the stuff on my desk.  “Looking for this?” a familiar voice shrieks, shattering the silence.

I whip my head around. “It's you! It- It- It- CAN’T be you. You’re DEAD!” I stammer.

“Thats what you thought,” the soft, innocent sounding tone of Olivia Jacobson chirped.

“I killed you. YOU ARE DEAD!” I shout.

“You know, I love this book. I really think that the part where Jane steals a pencil is really funny,” Olivia purred.

“I haven’t got there yet,” I reply, trying to keep my cool.

She continued with her monolog, “It's rather like how you stole my future. You stole my LIFE. Now I'm going to take back what is rightfully mine.”

I felt a chill go down my spine. “I’m sorry. I never intended to harm you.  I didn’t see you. I didn’t mean to crash into you.”

“Well maybe you can think about that in the afterlife,” She hissed. BOOM. The shot of vengeance from her pistol hit right through my lung. As I looked down. I watched the deep red blood escape through the front of my shirt. The immense amount of pain I felt only lasted for a few minutes.  After that, I felt nothing, just like how Olivia felt nothing on 10/7/21.

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I woke up in the middle of the night.. Or what time was it? Nothing made any sense. It didn't seem like when I woke up nothing seemed familiar but I heard a sound… it sounded like tearing and dripping, in fact I could hear the dripping right now. Everything was dark, I didn’t get what I was hearing, everything sounded echo and eerie, and then I heard a plucking of some sort. Like a string instrument and humming I couldn’t understand anything, then I smelled cables burning, they smelled flowery but at the same time i smelled blood… the candles reminded me of the time I went to a buddhist temple but the blood was too weird, I got out of my bed to look around. The floor was cold and damp, the air was very humid. I grabbed a flashlight. I always had one by me when my parents were gone, I glanced around the room. It was all too dark to see anything, I got out of my room and into my hallway. Which seemed to expand the more I looked at it, I walked down the hallway, it was all drenched and dripping. I stopped walking, the instrument was getting louder and weirder. Suddenly I heard footsteps. I didn't know where to go but my sister's door was closed and I wanted to check on her, so I opened her door. I tried to call for her but no sound came out of my mouth, so I tried to turn the light on but they didn't work either I walked around the room wasn’t wet but something was off I went to my sisters bed hoping to find her there but she wasn’t I left the room in a rush. I was confused , so I turned my flashlight on and walked down the hallway. I finally reached the end, I had been walking for what seemed like 10 minutes. My flashlight was getting hot from being on for such a long time but i didn't want to turn it off, I had always feared the dark, and being alone which put more stress on my mind the instrument suddenly stopped and so did I, the humming continued getting louder, it sounded like it was coming from all directions… and then it stopped. I felt frantic, like I needed to get out of the house. The front door was right behind me, so I went up to it and unlocked it. But I heard a voice “Where are you going?'' The voice sounded young and weird. I didn’t dare turn around. I continued opening the door but then the voice shouted “STOP” it sounded demonic and horrible, I was nervous and scared and what was behind the door scared me more. There was a face. I giant one it was breathing heavily and it started and it seemed just about to bolt at me. I slammed the door shut and locked it I looked at the girl regrettably “SeE wHy I tOlD yoU to sToP?” the voice sounded even weirder. Suddenly everything started to shake, I felt like I had been jabbed with something sharp in my guts… and then I woke up

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As I say goodbye to mom and dad as they go on their business trip. I am sad they are leaving so I go to the couch to lay down. As I sit down I hear a high pitched laugh, like a little kid. At first I think it's the neighbors but it happens again and I realise it's from the basement. I go to explore as I hear “ Come on Rylan, I know you will have fun.” I scream and as I panic my curiosity comes over me. I decided to figure out what made the noise. I slowly but surely take steps to the basement door near the kitchen. I reach the door and swallow. I open the door when down the stairs I hear “good boy.” I try to think of what is happening but my mind is too terrified. I get away from my thoughts with a recognizable smell of my childhood. I think of my good memories and yet now everything seems so scary. My journey down the steps continues and my heart is pounding more than ever before. I'm gonna die here, I think but I won't give in to my fear. Only 5 more steps. 5, 4, 3, 2 ,1. I reach the bottom of the stairs and the memorable  smell grows stronger. I reach for the lights and they won't work. Again and Again and Again I try but it wont work. I remember my phone has a flashlight so I decided to go back up to get it. As I reach the top of the flight of stairs I open the door and I. I. I. Don't know what to say. Th. ther. There is nothing here. It's all gone. It's just an empty and bare wasteland. I am ready to just cry but I don't even know how to because of my fear. I try to turn around but my body is paralyzed. I eventually turn around and the only remaining thing is the way back down. I make it down the stairs and all I see is my house but it's different. I'm there, my mom and dads there. I see us eating dinner and I yell out to me, or us but my shouting voice doesn't reach them. I turn back around and the stairs are gone. I'm stuck. In my house, but not my house. I have nowhere to go and no one to help me. I'm not here anymore. I'm home alone.

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I am home alone and I was just watching a horror movie when I  hear a door open wide open ¨Creeeeeeek¨ the first thing I do is call out my mom but doesn’t answer grab my pets and my phone and charger and call my mom. She does not answer the phone, so I call my dad and also doesn’t answer. I think who must it be, why would someone that is not my family trying to enter my house. Could it be my friends trying to find some company, No they would’ve called me. Who could it be? All of a sudden I smell gasoline and cookies baking. But why? I remember the smell of it, it, it’s a man trying to buy gasoline at the gas station and had cookies in his hand. All of a sudden the lights and the head fan start to flicker/turn on. I get out of my room and as I crept into the living room I think once again why is the TV turned on if I turned it off when I ran to my room. I grab a knife from the table and hide under my bed and I pray that he/she goes away. While I was in the kitchen I saw a picture of a beautiful little girl and I think to myself if itś his daughter that died of some reason and he wants to kill me because he thought I did it. Anyways I slowly start tip-toeing down out of my room to the guy/sound/smell then I see a man dressed in black. I did not want to make lots of noise and then I hear the men half-face it was a monster that has a disturbing backstory because he was talking to himself about his past life It was about how he was trying to crawl out of HELL, but the Devil will not let him get out. Then I was so close to pointing the knife at the man/thing I don’t know what it was but as soon as I tried to kill him he dissaperd and my parents were knocking on the door so loud and saying OPEN THE DOOR HONEY WERE HOME!! I opened the door and say ¨ What took you so long¨ My mom said ¨ Oh we were just getting rid of people.¨ So then I ran away so far that I started to become an orphan. Then I woke up and said ¨ Oh it’s just a dream.¨ Then my mom came into my room and said the creepiest thing in the world she said ¨ Honey, the cookies are ready to come down because you will eat them with gasoline. ¨ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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October 31st . Crash! I hear a loud crash but then remember that I'm home alone.. My mom, dad, and brothers were all out at the store, or so i thought.. I wonder what that loud sound was, maybe a ghost or.. A burglar! I can't seem to find what that weird sound was. I’m starting to think that I'm not the only one in the house. A few minutes pass and it’s completely quiet.. Until I hear another loud crash except this time I hear giggling along with the loud crash! I start to smell this burning smell, it smells as if there's a fire or just the stove being on like the house is burning down.. I started getting flashbacks of the smell, a few years back when there had been a fire so close to where my family and I used to live. I then look at my dog who's just staring at the door as if he had just seen a ghost or something. We decide to go down the hall and slowly walk out of my room to see what the smell is. We start going past the bathroom, then the rooms and we stop. We both stare, we see a candle! I didn't light a candle so I decided to text my mom and dad to see if they did but suddenly… I have no service! I had no way of contacting them now. I'm scared and I have no idea what to do. I don't know what to think so I grab my dog and start thinking whether I should hide, run downstairs, or stay in my room. I decided that I'm going to go downstairs and check out what's happening. I slowly start walking down the stairs but my neck hairs stick up so I decide to look behind me. There's nothing! My heart is racing as if someone is downstairs. I start tiptoeing down the stairs and start going towards the smell. It is getting stronger and heavier. I go towards the burning smell and i find all four stoves on high heat!! I start thinking to myself that my mom and dad would never leave the stoves on. I start hearing running up and down the stairs. I look behind me and see my whole family! They start yelling “haha we pranked you” “you were SOOOOOO scared!” I just roll my eyes and tell them “not funny!!” Later that day we all go trick or treating.

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Akshay Kataria

Mrs. Luker

English 7/Period __3__

7 October 2021

Home Alone

Screeeeee!!!! It was as if someone was scratching a chalkboard with their long, thick nails! I thought someone was inside my house trying to rupture my earbuds. I could not even open my eyes. Then I started to smell something super putrid and disgusting !!! Poop. I could not even breathe. It reminds me of my baby brother's bathroom schedule. I almost stopped breathing from what I saw. I saw a horrific writing in blood on the wall. It said “ Your family tree.” Then I remembered my grandparents and my aunts and uncles. They all died. I then asked myself what was going on and what was happening. Why was there blood on the wall that was traced in letters? I just wanted to sprint out of this terrible, smelly situation. I wanted to run away and kill myself. I then told myself that I am brave and I went closer still petrified, I saw a shadow. I saw something really tall and dark with a big hood on it. I saw it creeping toward me slowly. I screamed and ran upstairs. My legs and jaws were numb. I  could not talk or walk. I heard a faint growl. Then I saw a blood red knife poking or sawing through my bedroom door. I heard a more deafening growll now. Then I heard that same screeeee sound. It was an exploding sound of terror and death. I saw a massive, ashen, hideous devil !!! I then saw my family tree with my grandparents, aunts and uncles on it and then I looked at the last photo, and guess who it showed. ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The END!

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The doorbell rang. Who the hell is ringing the doorbell at 1am? I thought to myself. I was sitting on the couch in my house watching my favorite tv show. My parents had left hours before, or so I thought. They said they wouldn’t be home until after I fell asleep. My heart beat fast as my eyes widened. I had a ring doorbell so I checked my phone to see if anyone was at the door. Nobody was there. I brushed it off since sometimes the doorbell went off. I continued to watch my show before the doorbell rang again. Was I imagining things? I walked over to the front door and made sure it was locked. I looked through the peephole to see if anyone was there. Again, there was nobody. Usually I'm not scared easily but this time I really was. Something was off. Suddenly, the piercing sound of my phone rang through the air. “Unknown number” flashed on the screen. Obviously I didn’t answer it. I ran to the kitchen and yanked the open drawer with the knives, they were gone. I heard tapping by the window next to me, I jolted my head only to see nothing again. I convinced myself I was going crazy until the doorbell rang again, and again, and again. Someone was continually pressing the doorbell, and the phone rang again. I answered, “What do you want from me!?” I yelled at the phone.

“I want to see your organs,” A mysterious voice said, it was obviously forced.

“Rylee, this isn’t funny!” I said thinking it was my neighbor just trying to prank me. I darted upstairs to my bathroom, the only room in my house with a lock. The putrid smell of blood filled my nostrils. I pressed the lightswitch as the lights flickered on. I screamed to see the bodies of my parents hanging from my shower rod. Their faces were carved off with a knife. I looked over at my mirror to see something written in their blood, “You’re too late,” it said. I heard a man chuckling as he sharpened a knife from behind my showercurtain. My heart stopped, I was done for.

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7:27 p.m. on Saturday night, I was by myself. My mom and brothers were at work for a few hours now. I lay down on the couch playing Genshin Impact on my phone. My two dogs, Halo and Riley,  are sleeping by me.  As I complete a challenge in the game, I hear chimes. I look out the window, it’s not windy. I turn off the audio on my phone, but the chimes are still making a noise. Halo’s ears stand up, and Riley starts barking. I text my mom describing the chime noise outside. I look at the clock on my phone, it says 7:31 p.m. No answer, I assume it’s busy. The chimes begin to get louder and now my dogs start going crazy. My heart thumps loudly, I feel like it’s jumping out of my chest. “Calm down,” I whisper to my dogs, “we need to stay quiet.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. As I open my eyes, I see a silhouette of a tall man in the kitchen. It smells like stale bread. “Oh my God!” I shout. My dogs don’t bark, but they just stare. I grab them and run to the master bedroom. “I swear the door was locked!” I say panting, “I’m hallucinating, it has to be.” Riley begins to get antsy and Halo looks like he sees something strange. I called my mom, but did not answer. I call my brothers, and no answer either. It starts to get dark, and I begin to get dizzy. I slide into the bathroom swiftly. I splash my face with water. I sulk by the sink. Halo stays by me, his ears have been up all this time. Now Riley begins to bare her teeth at the door. I let out a long sigh. I crawl to reach my phone. “Why is no one answering?” I say hopelessly. I hear knocking on the door now. I stay in the bathroom and pull Riley close. “Stay with me.” I say. The knocking gets closer, and louder. There’s no way I’m getting out of here. I try to muster up the courage to investigate these noises. I think about all the outcomes that could happen. Halo gets up and walks a bit closer to the sliding door. He begins to bark viciously. He never barks like that, except for when he saw my neighbor's turtle. Riley bares her teeth and walks slowly towards Halo. I called my mom again, but now it doesn’t ring. It goes straight to voicemail. I creep closer to the dogs. I stand up and walk to the sliding door. I instantly regret it. I can’t believe what stands in front of me. A man, a really, really tall man sits by the door. He perfectly matches the silhouette. He’s wearing a big white mask. He looks at me. I’m making direct eye contact with this guy. I just watch him, I don’t say anything or do anything. I just watch. My dogs don’t even move. The lights begin to flicker. I feel like I’m falling, but everything is so still.  I feel the wind blow my hair away, but the door is closed. I feel cold, but I’m wearing a sweater. What is this? What is this feeling? I hear dogs barking, sirens, and crashing. It’s black now. My eyes shot open. I lay in bed. I stare at my hands. I look up, I’m in my room now. I open the curtains and it’s day.  I get up and go to the living room, the dogs are playing with each other. I go to the master bedroom, it looks the same. I pass by my brother’s room and there he is laying in bed, studying for his big test. I go to my other brother’s room, he’s on his computer. I look out the living room window and mom is tending to her garden. I sit down on the couch. Tears stroll down my face and I begin to laugh. I laugh so hard, I run out of breath. It was nothing. All that panic was nothing. I stare at my hands, but for some reason, they're pale white. I walk to the bathroom and I see myself. I look just like that man by the door.

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Creak…I sat up wondering if I’m hearing things, I calmly yelled “ hey, whoever is opening a door or something, stop being loud..!”. I then checked my phone to see old text messages from minutes prior of my family texting me to lock the doors.. I  smell the stench of dirt coming from the living room. I silently tip-toe outside of my bedroom lingering in the dimly lit hallway. Squinting in the living room I noticed some dirty footprints near the coffee table.  “That cannot be my brothers or anyones footprint, they know not to step on the carpet when their shoes are dirty..”I thought. Nervously I  hurried back to my room and locked the door, turning my lights off just in case. Out of curiosity I unlocked my door with my phone in hand. I silently stepped into the hallway once again wondering what that footprint is doing there. Hesitant I take a peek out of the hallway when I lock eyes with another stranger I panic and run to my room dialing 911. Suddenly I hear hurried footsteps in a manor opening drawers looking around. The call is dispatched to an operator “ I think there's someone in my house” I say in a rushed manner but quietly. The Operator responds with “help is on the way stay safe don't do anything stay on the line if you can”. I hear police sirens blaring through the neighborhood. I said to myself, “Here, finally, I think I'll be good.” I hear the perpetrator being caught and I walk out and thank the police. The end..

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*i am in your house and i stole a nice snack*

It was 3:00 pm, i was watching some tv. My parents were home getting ready for a date night, and i knew that they were going to leave me Home Alone until 8:00.

¨ Finley! We are leaving for dinner are you going to be ok by yourself?¨

¨ Yeah! I will take care of the dogs and the house¨

My parents left and locked the doors. I sat back down and watched another episode of my show. I stretched and then went up to my room and watched more tv. I turn off my tv to my dogs barking and whimpering.

*SLAM!*

My laundry room door slammed. I looked at my clock and saw that it was 10:30 so i thought it was just my dad getting waters from the fridge, but then i looked under my door and there was no lights on. I started to worry and sweat. I checked my phone and saw many missed calls from my mom and dad, i listened to their voice mails and i heard a big crash in the last one.

I called my dad and he didn't respond, then i called my mom, *no response*. I checked the cameras in the front yard and saw that there were no cars in the drive way. My dogs stopped barking. But i only heard whimpering. We only have cameras outside our house, but NOT INSIDE. I heard my stairs creaking, and i saw a little wiggle on my door handle and a gun 🤬. I had my door locked because this is my LARGEST FEAR.

I looked on my news app and saw a fatal car accident on the freeway next to me. I zoomed in on the car and i realised, THAT WAS MY MOMS CAR. i played the voicemail again to my parents talking and heard the giant ka-boom. I heard the Gun 🤬 Again.

¨WHERE ARE YOU, I KNOW YOUR IN HERE¨

( a man with a very deep voice screamed)

I was trapped. With no parents, no way to escape, and no one to call. I checked the clock again, it was 1:00 am.

I got a text and it said

*hey im in your house… i stole a snack… or i made one for myself*

I opened the door and ran, and right before i got shot….

BEEP…… BEEP…… BEEP

I woke up in my bed all comfy and my mom was banging on my door to get my laundry.

But then i got another text from an anonymous number, it was saying

*heyy do you remember last night when i was in your house*

I've never felt true fear…..

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My parents just left on their weekend trip to Catalina Island, and it’s just me in the house for the whole weekend. It scares me enough being home alone, but within the first 15 minutes of them being gone *SqUeEaAaAkKKkK* I jump up, immediately knowing that it was the stairs. I am frightened to go outside of my room. Maybe it was just Mittens, my cat! He must want to come in. I stand up to open the door and *knock, knock, knock* I hear on my bedroom door. I grab my broom and swing the door open. But nothing was there. Not my cat, not my dog, not a single thing. The house is silent. I stop for a second and smell the air, *sniff,sniff* it's strange, I cannot tell what it is. It’s a very acidic smell, kind of sharp and rotten. I recognize this smell, I’ve smelt it before. But where? The memory finally hits my brain and I stand in fear and shock. I wanna grab my phone and call my parents, but my body won’t move. The smell, it’s the same smell that wreaked in the house after my sister was murdered. I step slowly into my parents room. Ever since my sister passed, my parents have kept safety items in their room in case of emergencies. They have prepared me for a moment like this, since I was 6. I get in their room and I lock the door, then scoot the dresser as much as I can in front of the door. I get to the supplies and some of them are missing. I know for a fact they are missing. Ive memorized every place and tiny little object. It’s messed up. It’s all moved around and messed up! I get to the door but I have so many questions running through my mind. Why me? Is there someone or something down there?! My pets, WHERE ARE MY PETS?! Am I gonna survive? Is this what my sister went through? Will I find her killer and get the freedom of not feeling scared anymore? I’m really scared but I decide to move the dresser out of the way with my supplies in my hands. I creep down the stairs and immediately push myself against the wall. Holding back a bigger scream than when I found my sister on the floor breathless. I get this shovel in my hand ready and step down the stairs. Fear fills my body. The kitchen is full of blood. But who’s? I stand in fear by the basement door. I can hardly move, my body is shaking, the room starts to feel blurry. Suddenly a sharp pain in my throught appears, and I fall. But I can’t stop falling. Further and further and further down. It keeps getting darker and darker until the whole area fills with darkness. The last thing I could see was a man standing in the doorway of the basement as the door slowly closes.

The parents returned home on Sunday with the wreaking smell that there was in the house when their first daughter died. They never saw their second daughter again.

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I was at home relaxing then suddenly I heard scratching and a loud bang, I got scared. I looked at my cat and he was acting weird, so I knew something was wrong. I went to check it out and I saw a tall, dark figure! I remembered that I had a knife in my room, I knew it was sharp and it could easily penetrate skin. I went to get it, when I went to go find him he was gone. Then I smelled burning. I slowly went downstairs and I saw smoke. I ran to the stove and saw that the guy was trying to burn the house down because there was a gas can next to the fire. I went to get my phone, But suddenly the guy grabbed me and I tried to break free but could not get out of it so I stabbed him in the eye. He grunted as if it did not hurt, blood was spraying out of his eye. His eye healed itself. I ran as fast as I could to get my phone. I got my phone and I called  911 But Eh said they were busy with another incident. I remembered that my neighbor has a double barrel shotgun. I went to his house and told him what happened, so he grabbed his gun and came with me. I knew that my neighbor up the street is a cop and he is today so I asked for help from him and he agreed to help. I also knew that my neighbor in front of me has a 9mm pistol. Now I had three people with me that had a gun. We went back in the house and we all saw him. They all shot him but he would not die. I knew that there was only one thing to do. I grabbed my cats, put them in their cage and brought them outside. I grabbed all of the gas cans that I had and I put them all over the house. I went into the garage and grabbed a metal slab. I threw it on the gasoline and told them to shoot it, they said why, I told them that when the bullet hits the metal it will spark and ignite the gas so we can burn this thing. They all shot it and the house blew up, my cats were meowing car alarms were going of  I woke up in a hospital and i asked what happened they said you had gotten burned  badly

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I am alone at my house. It is pouring rain and there is thunder and lightning. I am watching halloween movies with my dog. All of the sudden I heard a crack in the door and I thought it was just the movie that I was watching. But then my dog started barking and growling and going CRAZY. So as an instinct i run to my bed and go under the covers. I eventually get out and I smell something. It smells bitter and salty grosse. When i get back on to the couch i look around to see if everything is okay. Then i spot a picture on the wall. But it wasn't there before. It is a picture of my dead grandma! I wonder how did it get there was it always there and i didnt notice it? AM I DREAMING!!!! Then the lights start to flicker and then it became dark i couldn't see anything. I really wish my parents were home. Or my mom a couple months ago my dad died from his best friend killing him. His best friend was so jealous that my mom chose him over her that they didn't speak for 5 years! Then he sneaked into our house and killed him when no one was home. We were all devastated for 3 months, but we learned we had to move on with our life. I also really wish my younger sister was here too but they are at disney world and i decided to stay home. I finally got the courage to get up and investigate this sound. Then i see what i think might be blood! As much as i am freaking out right now i still have to investigate so i keep on following the traces of blood. Then i come to a stop. I see an elevator in my HOUSE! So i go in it. It takes me all the way underground. My dog is still beside me as i exe out of the elevator. Then i see a clown a CLOWN! Its my dads best friend. Oh on oh no what am i going to do has he came to kill me? Then it looks really familiar, like my dad! I say hello he says Helooooooooooo. Then he takes his mask off and my dad gives me the biggest hug and says sorry for the ketchup all over the floor. I was really hungry. You know heaven doesn't have the best food. The lights turn on and he's gone :( . But my mom and sister come back and say are you okay? And I tell them the whole story. THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Shshk, shshk, shhhh.

The noise won’t seem to go away. The low hum of the shaking windows makes the house feel eerie and cold. We had just moved in, and all our chosen items were locked away in boxes, making the noise echo and echo. It didn’t seem like I could stop it, so I had to bear with the annoying rattling. It was an old house, and the windows were made decades ago. The doors tended to creak and moan out as well.

Shshshk, shshkshk, shhhhhh.

I could feel myself begin to tense up, my mind immediately showing me vivid images of the monsters creating the noise. I tried to ignore it. The noise was nothing, utterly nothing. Simply an effect of a frail house.

Drip, drip, drip, shhk, shhhkkkshhkkk, shhhh.

A slow drip began to sound through the house, echoing off the cream colored walls. The slow stench of rotting fruit began to burn my nostrils. I frowned, this was odd. We didn’t have any fruit left over from the week. Still, I am confident. A rat probably attempted to drag a chunk of fruit to his soft burrow, only to be ruthlessly murdered before arriving.

Drip, shhhkkk, drip, shhhkkk, drip drop, shhhk.

The smell was faint, not very strong, but still very acrid. It reminded me of an old friend of mine, who was taken captive by their family and forced to move. I hadn’t talked with her in many years, never giving her much of a thought. Her family was a slop, never caring to bond or talk with one another. Rotten fruit was always spread throughout their house, half-eaten apples, orange peels, berries. All rotting, turning into a damp, hairy mess.

Drop, drop, drop, shhhhkkkk, shshshkkk, shhhh.

Shadows begin the dance on the walls, showing objects that weren’t ever there. It feels like my hair is rising, moving up into the heavens. A vase, a cat, a plant, all moving, changing on the bright white walls.

Shhhhshhhhk, shshshhkk, drip drop, drop, drip.

I pause. White walls? My house was painted cream colored. I look at the walls again. A busy cream color shines back at me, the moonlight reflecting brightly off it. I am thoroughly confused. A moment ago, I could swear the walls were white.

Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip.

The windows stopped shaking, but I can still hear the wind beating against the thin walls. I want to stand up, to investigate, but I won’t.  Not yet. Still, isn’t there a chance that nothing is wrong? That nothing bad has happened at all? Maybe my overactive imagination has taken control of my vision. I won’t move. Not yet.

Trtrtrtrt, trtrtrtrtr, drip, drop.

A new noise blasts through the house, shaking the walls, the floor, and the windows. I jump, horrified. Bile rises in my throat, my vision clouds. I slowly crawl to the kitchen, switching on the dim lights. The hair in my face is covering my eyes, making it impossible to see. Grasping the side of the counter, I pull myself up and move the dark black strands from my vision. Nothing is there. Nothing to be afraid of.

Trtrtrtrtrtrt, drip, drop, trtrtrt, shhkk, shhkk, shhh.

A bright white figure dashes in front of me, but I am unable to make out the character’s face and fraim.  I need to go forward, I need to put an end to this unpredicted chaos. I am convinced something is wrong. It feels like someone is toying with me, pulling the strings on my sanity. I need to move, but not yet. Soon, but not yet,

Trtrtrtrt, shshk, shhhh, drip, drip, shhh.

I find the courage to move forward. The noises get louder as I approach the hallway. The walls flicker from cream to white, cream to white. I begin to fidget with my hands, pulling on my fingers, and cracking my knuckles. I creep forward into the office room. Laughter booms from all sides of me, shaking the house more than before. I hear clapping, loud, booming, clapping. It’s like there is an audience, waiting, watching me. A giant clang is above me, and my hands lift up. Up, up, up. I can’t control it. I begin to tilt my head up, looking above me. Strings are tied to my wrists, to my fingers. In a stage of panic, I look down. Strings are tied to my legs, my torso, my feet. I move in jerking uncontrollable motions, before falling.

.

The room is quiet, my eyes closing, and I begin to lose consciousness. Before falling into a deep state of paralysis, I hear someone on a microphone cry a faint:

“And that was, the Dance to Death. Thank you all for coming.”

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“Creeeek,” I heard a noise as I didnt know what it was and where it was from. I know that my parents aren't here as I start to freak out. I hurry and run up stairs not knowing what to do as I run up stairs as I smell something coming from downstairs. I was so shocked when it smelt like my grandma's cookies from when I used to visit her. As I quietly walked  downstairs to check what was happening I suddenly found that all the chairs in my kitchen had fallen. After putting the chairs back up not knowing how they fell, I wonder if my parents are back home as I scream, “Mom, Dad.” There was no answer. As I look up my lights start to flicker,”Clash.” My lights suddenly turn off as I nervously go and grab my phone and run upstairs in my room as I hide under my blankets trying to turn on my phone but it's not working. As I'm under my covers I hear the noise again, but this time it's closer. I hurry and get out of my blankets as I look in my drawer for something bright as I grab a flashlight and tip toe over to the noise. Then, as I'm walking, dripping sweat, I feel something brush down my back as I freak out something moves as I hear a, “Clunk.” I point my flashlight to it and a light comes crashing down from the ceiling and it's in my room. I see a flash of light and it's my phone. I rush to it and find that it's my mom calling and answer the call as I say, “Hello,” but know one answers. Then I hear a slight mummiling but dreadful noise saying, “Your next.”

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Screeeeeeeech!!!!!  I ran the fastest I have ever ran in my life.  The sound was so loud and it felt like it was coming closer. My dog started barking and I heard a loud banging from far away. I got to my bedroom and closed the door and my eyes shut. I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do. My head was screaming with thoughts like, “What will happen next”, “Why is this happening to me, did i do something wrong.” I wanted to scream but I couldn’t because I was so scared, but all of a sudden I smelled something, something that smelled very strong and flowery. I realized that the smell that I was smelling was perfumed, the perfume reminded me of my grandma. My head started racing with horrified thoughts,’’How was I going to escape this. How did the perfume smell like my grandma, she was the only person that I have ever known to wear such a strong scent.” I was deep in my thoughts and unsure of what my next actions would be. I knew that I should call 911 but i didn’t have my phone with me, i started breathing hard and i couldn’t move.  Then all of the sudden I heard a bang! Someone was trying to get into my room. I ran under my bed in hope that things wouldn’t find me under here. I only had a second to breathe when I realized that something bursted into my room. I held my breath trying not to make a sound. The thing called out to me “Oh sweety come out, I wouldn’t hurt you if you behave and listen to me.” I wanted to wake up but I knew that it wasn’t going to happen.  AHHHHHHH!!!! Before I could stop myself I screamed, picked up my bed and threw it across the room and I landed with a loud bang! I looked up at the tall figure only to realize that it would be the last thing that I ever saw again.

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I was at home relaxing then suddenly I heard scratching and a loud bang, I got scared. I looked at my cat and he was acting weird, so I knew something was wrong. I went to check it out and I saw a tall, dark figure! I remembered that I had a knife in my room, I knew it was sharp and it could easily penetrate skin. I went to get it, when I went to go find him he was gone. Then I smelled burning. I slowly went downstairs and I saw smoke. I ran to the stove and saw that the guy was trying to burn the house down because there was a gas can next to the fire. I went to get my phone, But suddenly the guy grabbed me and I tried to break free but could not get out of it so I stabbed him in the eye. He grunted as if it did not hurt, blood was spraying out of his eye. His eye healed itself. I ran as fast as I could to get my phone. I got my phone and I called  911 But Eh said they were busy with another incident. I remembered that my neighbor has a double barrel shotgun. I went to his house and told him what happened, so he grabbed his gun and came with me. I knew that my neighbor up the street is a cop and he is today so I asked for help from him and he agreed to help. I also knew that my neighbor in front of me has a 9mm pistol. Now I had three people with me that had a gun. We went back in the house and we all saw him. They all shot him but he would not die. I knew that there was only one thing to do. I grabbed my cats, put them in their cage and brought them outside. I grabbed all of the gas cans that I had and I put them all over the house. I went into the garage and grabbed a metal slab. I threw it on the gasoline and told them to shoot it, they said why, I told them that when the bullet hits the metal it will spark and ignite the gas so we can burn this thing. They all shot it and the house blew up, my cats were meowing car alarms were going of  I woke up in a hospital and i asked what happened they said you had gotten burned  badly

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Home Alone: the man in the window with a mask

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Home Alone: the man in the window with a mask

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Whaaa whaaa! A whirring cry echoed through the halls and the walls of the house. The moment I heard this cry i shot out of my bed and looked for my dog, I smelt blood and it scared me yet I kept on going. I carefully entered the kitchen while wary of what could be making this sound, I found him, but... it was already, too late he was dead on the floor of the kitchen there were stab wounds all over him and a knife was missing. I knew I had to call someone when I was looking for my phone I saw a light on upstairs, when I went up there there was a ladder going up to the attic but I had to ignore it and find my phone when I went to where it last was it wasn´t there but then I heard a buzzing noise while looking and it came from the attic, the only place that the lights work. I didn't know if i should go up there or run away, but eventually I decided that I would grab a knife and go in the attic quietly but when I got there there was a cradle with a dead baby that had no eyes and blood oozing out the eye sockets, I fell to the floor in fright and disgust! But then I heard something of a gunshot from the neighbours house and so I bolted out the house to find out what was going on but then i saw blood inside their house and it was a man wearing a mask of human skin and he had a plastic bag full of eyeballs. So I ran from the neighbourhood to the nearest police station when they went to investigate nothing seemed out of the ordinary but the neighbours and my family were apparently missing after 15 years of searching the case had to be closed and no one ever found the killer….

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Home Alone

*Glass breaks, eyes widen, what was that I said to myself. I was assuming it was my dog, because I was the only one in my house, or was I? I go take a look and can’t find the shattered glass, wondering to myself what it could have been. 11 P.M, lights out through the whole house, as I was watching TV in my parents bedroom, all of the sudden smoke drenched the room, blinding every sight I had of my hallways. I quickly grabbed for my phone but as soon as my dad picked up the power went out, leaving me only with my dog and my flashlight on my phone cramped in the corner of the walls. As I grabbed tightly to my dog the lights across the hallway started flickering. As I inhaled the smog I became more and more drowsy and passed out with my dog. Flashing on my glowing watch “2 A.M”. I took a breather and looked around, noticing that my phone was gone with my dog as well. All I had left was my human body with nothing else. I stand up in fear and hit my head on a wooden pole causing me to gush out blood from my head. With nothing to wrap the scar with I hold in all the pain covering it with my hand. I walk on the tip of my toes barely making it to the nightstand where lay a phone dial. I quickly insert numbers 9.1.1 bringing the phone close up to my ears. “911 whats your emergency” I take breaths in, “help..” *Gun Fires… Smog clearing out all vision as I slowly lie on the bedroom floor, eyes shut down, sudden pitch black..

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Boom i hear a piercing loud shattering noise from downstairs both of my dogs are on there feet growling now i start calling my mom from my phone she does not answer i start getting really scared and i am worried but in between thoughts i smell my grandmas old cookies it reminds my of when i used to bake with my grandma , only she knows the recipe but right now she is in florida i feel a breeze i glance to my right and the window is open i don't remember opening that i say to myself i start getting scared and wondering when my family are going to get back from dinner my heart starts racing, my heart rate is inclining. Suddenly within seconds my hand is gripping my phone dialing my moms number, she does not answer. I get off my bed and start slowly tiptoeing  down the hallway. Slowly I head down the stairs to where I first heard the noise. I get to the bottom of the stairs my heart skipping beats i hear another noise and i jump out of my skin holding in my yelp i tiptoe into the kitchen, turn on the lights i see bloody footprints leading to the the bathroom i slowly follow the footprints and open the bathroom door and boom everything goes black.

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Skreeeeeeeee!! “What was that?” I asked. Duke is my dog. Duke didn’t react so I thought maybe it was just the door getting hit with a gust of wind. Suddenly I heard another sound.

“Chk chk chk chk”. It was a scratching noise. Now Duke barked and ran around the room. “RUFF RUFF RUFF GRRRRRRRR!!!!” I jump off the couch and check outside the room. I didn’t see anything. I sneaked into the kitchen, the dining room, and the guest bedroom. My dog was sniffing around. I all of a sudden smelled a smell almost like a bowl of burnt popcorn. My dog was also sniffing around. The smell reminds me of the time I went to my aunt’s house in Denver. We put popcorn on the stove and we left to go grab groceries. We came back to her cabin and the popcorn was completely burnt. From the corner of my eye I noticed that the window was half-way opened. “I didn’t open the window! Is there someone here!? Am I going to die!” Abruptly I think of my parents walking into the living room seeing me and Duke's dead bodies on the living room floor. I drop to the floor and PRAY TO JESUS. “OH LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY LIFE!!!” After praying I sent menal final messages to my family and friends. I then pick up Duke and run into the bathroom where I lock the door and hide with the lights off. I hold my breath and hold Duke close to me. I think of the heroic deed I could pull off by capturing this invader. So I gather every last ounce of my courage and dart to the dining room. “Anyone here?” I do the same for all the other rooms in the house. Immediately I hear the floorboards creak. My dog starts growling. “GRRRRRRRRR!” I start screaming at the top of my lungs. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH” I drop to the ground and start crying. “Please I didn’t do anything. I am innocent, please just let me live!” In my left ear I hear “meowwww.”  I open my eyes and it's the neighbor's cat Gerald. He accidentally burned a paper towel to create that burning smell, and that screech must have been him getting startled by something. “Well at least we're all safe.” “I wouldn’t say that sonny boy chk chk BAM BAM BAM.”

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Creeeeek! “What was that?!” “ It must have been from the stairs?”  I looked at my cat, he was standing up looking at the stairs. “What is that smell?!” “ It smells like roses.”  Ding! “What was that!”. “Oh, thank goodness! Just my phone.” someone was texting me. “Bella! Why is she texting me?! She died a year ago!”. How is she texting me?! I opened the text it said DON’T MOVE! CRASH! “ What was that?!” turned and looked at the kitchen and a picture of me and Bella was on the floor. The glass from the frame is  broken! When I turned back I decided to go up stairs! I went to my room. I opened the door slowly I turned the light on and went in. The lights went out in the whole house and hot air blew on my face. I opened my eyes, BELLA! NO! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!

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Creaaaaaak! A noise rustled through the house. A buzzy creaking sound echoed around the halls, I looked at my dog to see if she had heard it. As I hear the sound I think what it was, a door, a cabinet, anything? I know not to be a “Horror idiot stereotype” so I grab a sharp object. I smell something out of the ordinary.. It smells like pumpkin bread, but no one is home. Right? It makes me think of Halloween or October. The door to the garage was open… my brother does this all the time though… My dog is awake but doesn't mind? It's a day out so it won't be weird if I carefully  call someone. Another tapping noise echos. The sound was like small pebbles one wood floor. I think it is a small creature. I peek out of my room to see a flash of grey brush beside the couch. In my head I just want to see it. I grab a metal bin and walk out of my room. Not only will I beat it if it's bad, but it will be loud enough for someone to hear, and my dog can finish the fight.. If it even happens. I called my mom saying I heard something and I need her to come now. She says she's right next to the house and comes in the house. I slowly crept out of my room closer to the disturbing thing. Scratches and tears come from the couch. I look over slowly, carefully, calmly. It’s a raccoon. A RACCOON. What I assumed had happened was the Raccoon was in the garage, it went through the doggy door, dragged the pumpkin bread onto the floor, and wrecked the couch trying to eat it. We got it out of the house, and cleaned up the mess. I'll make sure the garage is closed next time. We all agree, and get on with our day.

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I was at home and there was a noise like a door opening. But i was home alone at the time so what the heck, i miss my favorite part in the movie because of it. My dog was at the vet and I had no other animals in the house or any animals at all.  There was a thump and a thump and a thump it went like this, boooom and booom and boooom. I was thinking of how rude it was to interrupt my movie and what it could be. And then I saw its shadow. It was crawling and make a slit noise that sounded like aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh but it was silent, it was like if a girl was taking a final breath now i was thinking about if i will die or not it got up and ran to the kitchen.  I smelt something funny.  Was it food or what the heck is that smell i said in my head has i finally recognized the smell.  It was popcorn.  At this moment I was blacking out and I thought of the time today that I was eating popcorn and watching the movie that this person messed up the best scene up. There was a sudden blackout in the room and I couldn't see what was happening.  The room got colder and the light went back. AAAAAHHHHHH, there was blood on the ground that had the same sign as if someone was trying to bring a demon to the overworld. And candles and then the light went out and the candles were automatically lit.  I thought that this was a dream but I could feel the walls and feel everything.  I touched the walls and looked at my hands to see blood all over my hands.  I couldn't see so I ran into the wallway with a lit switch to the right and lit it up. The room was small and I ran outside. Suddenly I was knocked out and was dragged back into my house.  I awoke with a bloody nose. And ended up finding a weapon and went to the basement to find a dead body. After that tragic event, I hid.  There was the voice again and it said “come closer”. I left the hideout and went to the direction of the voice.  It led me upstairs. It was in my room just standing there.  It reached out its hand with a remote. It said sorry for breaking into your house, I thought it was mine and I locked the doors and lost my key. Let's go see the end of this good movie. Oh and the smell of popcorn was me making popcorn for the both of us. I had a good night and the last thing I remembered was my dog and the man that took care of my dog at the front door. My dog was healthy and the movie was really good.

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CREEKKKKK! SCRATCH! CRASH! What could that be? I’m Mason Berner, a twelve-year-old boy and my parents have left me at home. My dog started making a low growl and bared his teeth. It sounded like it was coming from outside. I started to smell the faint aroma of pumpkin pie. It smelled exactly like how my mom would make it on thanksgiving with a crisp crust and a soft inside. I sneaked  downstairs and followed the smell to a candle I had never seen before giving off the sweet smell. How could that have gotten there, I wondered. Then I found the front door left ajar. I could swear I locked it behind my parents when they left last night. After careful consideration I peeked out the door but all I saw was the street just like I had last seen it. I decided to cautiously check the side of the house for the intruder. As I slowly tip-toed towards the side I heard, giggling? I sprinted to the sound and found a party in the backyard!

“Surprise!”

That’s right! I was so worried about being home alone that I had forgotten it was my birthday! All of my family and friends were there including my parents! Now that I thought about it I remembered that my parents wouldn’t tell me where they were going. Anyways it turned out to be a birthday I would never forget.

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Creeeeeek. “What was that?” “ I’m the only one here.” Before this happened my mom had left to take my brother to his baseball practice. It was an average time of day, 4:30 to 6:30. I have been left at home several times before, so it wasn’t a big deal. It was getting darker and  harder to see. But I like the dark, so it didn’t bother me. Then my cat darts down the stairs, usually with my dog chasing after, but this time no dog. I was a little concerned, but not alarmed. Then I get a potent smell of grape. Then I remember that we own a grape candle and I dart to the kitchen. The lid was off and the flam, which looked like it had been lit for hours, was low and almost gone. I didn’t light this candle. How did this happen? Creeped out I sprint to my dog and squish up against him. He seemed to have been on edge too! So, I calm down and try to think up rasional reasons why this was happening. My brother loves candles, maybe he lit it before he left? Ya, that’s probably what happened. Things seem to have calmed down, so I got back on my phone for twenty minutes. Then creeeeeeeek, it sounded like someone was walking upstairs. I jump up startled by the noise and dash to the bathroom with my dog, where I lock us in. To my relief, my mom came back right after and I  never did find out what happened because it never continued. But I hope I never find out.

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I was sitting on my couch with my dog and suddenly she jumped up because there was scratching at the front door. I freak out and pull her into my room! I am shaking and hush my dog while trying to stay calm. The scratching gets louder and then suddenly stops. I wonder why it stopped and wonder what happened. I go to open my bedroom door and hear a loud bang! Suddenly I smell gasoline. I know it’s not just me because my dog is going crazy. I go to open the window and start remembering something. It reminds me of that time my friend got into a car crash. I stop remembering because I look over and my computer turns on and starts playing music. I rush to shut it down and stop it before whoever broke down our door hears it. I hear stomping. Loud, rushed stomping. I hear the stomping stop and sounds like it seems to go back downstairs. I’m breathing heavily, and push my dog into my closet and hid in there with her. I wonder who is inside with me. I know for a fact that I am not home alone anymore. I don’t know who would be at my house at this time. Who is downstairs going through our things? I want to scream and hug my parents and friends. I hug my dog and feel her shaking she is just as worried as me. She kisses me and I kiss her and pet her as reassurance that everything will be okay. I go outside the closet and listen for anything. I grab my phone and a ruler in case I have to fight anyone. I go back in the closet with my dog. I check the time. It’s almost 10 pm. My parents should be home soon. I realize I can’t hide forever so I get up and bring my dog with me and we go outside and check what’s going on downstairs. We sneak on the smooth cool wood floor, It creaks. Suddenly my dog’s ears pop up and she rushes downstairs. I don’t want anything bad to happen so I follow closely after. As I get to the bottom of the stairs I look up and stop in my tracks. The door is wide open and there is a tank of gasoline sitting at the front step. It’s red and oily. I put my dog on her leash and walk down our street. I turn the corner and see my best friend drive past with my parents in the backseat. They park and get out and ask why I am outside this late at night. Someone grabs me and pulls me back. I scream! I wake up in my bed. It was just a dream. I hope.

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9:32 Pm. The clock read as I checked my phone. I was halfway through “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” when I heard it. At first I thought the noise was coming from the movie. It was a  sort of revving noise, like the revving a chainsaw or a lawnmower makes. I grabbed the remote and paused the movie but when I pushed it, the noise was still there. I thought it was peculiar. I got out of the couch and started to look for the noise. I walked throughout the house, from the kitchen to the bathroom but still nothing. I headed back to the couch but before I could resume the movie, the noise started getting louder. All of a sudden, I start to smell smoke, like from a motor or machine. The smell grew more and more strong but all of a sudden a peculiar thing happened. A memory from 5 years ago appeared in my head, I could remember everything vividly like it was yesterday. It was when I saw a man cutting down a tree with a chainsaw while my family and I were on a road trip to Texas. Then, I heard the noise again. It was like it was screaming at me. I look out of the window only to see a man…. WITH A CHAINSAW! I didn't know what to do. I froze in place out of fear. Thoughts ran through my head, Who is this person?Are they even a person? What are they going to do with that chainsaw?! Then, I heard it, It started to rev the chainsaw. It took them a couple seconds to but when they did, VROOOOOOOOOOOOM! I painiced. Out of pure desperation, I go into my fight or flight state. I chose to fight. I walked over to my closet to find a weapon to defend myself. Out of pure chance, I found my metal baseball bat. I grabbed it and started to head downstairs. I didn’t feel any fear, all I could feel was pure adrenaline. I bolted down the stairs and headed for the front door but stopped. I gathered up the courage and opened the door and there it was. It raised up its chainsaw and… started to trim the bush? I dashed over to it, bat in hand and started swinging all over the place. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OFF!”. Wait, I heard that voice before. “Why the heck are you hitting me?!”. It was my older brother, Dylan. Why are you out so late? I pondered. “I snuck out and got caught, I had to do chores as a punishment and then you started whacking me with a baseball bat! I’m sorry. I said disappointingly. “It’s fine, I won’t say anything if you do my chores.” Ugh, fine. I grabbed the chainsaw and started to trim the tree, feeling annoyance but a sense of relief.

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The door shut. I was now home alone at 10:00 at night. I turn without hesitation, not scared of anything; fearless. The lights flicker in the kitchen. I walk around the couch headed towards the kitchen. It is silent like usual. I look out the window and see little tiny bits of movement. It's just the wind. Nothing to worry about. The lights flicker again but now in the living room. What if it wasn't the wind? I heard footsteps running up the stairs. Was I imagining things? Am I going crazy? I started taking slow steps towards the basement. I remember my dad had a gun hidden downstairs in the safe. While I walked down the stairs slowly I started to smell something. It smells sort’ve acidic and lemony. A sour smell. I start to get nauseous and weezy as I remember the smell of something in a creepy alley I had to walk through to get home one day. The lights flicker again but now in my dad's office, where the safe is located. Something flashed across my eyes. I jumped silently, afraid that something or someone was in my house. I was uneasy and scared. I needed to get to that gun. I started walking faster, over thinking that something was there. Watching me. I entered the office. The lights flickered again, but this time they didn't turn back on. My heart and soul drained. I was shaking like no other had ever before. I could see slightly into the office closet where the safe was being held. I heard footsteps running down the stairs into the basement. I couldn’t think straight. I jumped behind the office desk trying to hide myself as much as possible. There was a scratching noise against the walls getting louder and louder. My heart beat faster as the noise got closer. The door creaked open. A gust of wind swept through the office. The lights turned back on. My heart shattered as I looked up to find a tall, skinny, man holding my dad's gun, staring into my soul with a blank expression.

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*Shriek* It was the worst night of my life. Its october,15  2019 and im watching a horror movie in the dark creepy living room its fun until i hear the shriek.My mind is filling with horrific thoughts murder,intruders,and the worst of all a deadperson not a ghost but the physical form of a dead person im thinking ‘this ism it this is my death i wont be here anymore ill be dead in five minutes”.And there it is a grusome disgusting unordinary smell it smells like a mixture of dirt and somehow also my dead sisters perfume? How could this ever be possible when she died my parents throughout all of her stuff we couldn't bear to see it it made us go back to that horrific night.It was december 2018 and she hung herself it was traumatizing.I go down to the living room and i see a trail of dirt leading to the kitchen the lights are off and the windows open which i didn't open there are lit candles with wax everywhere and there is a fire in the fireplace which i also didn't light i haven't been down here since my parents left to dinner.BOOM! A huge crash of thunder along with lightning rain starts falling as hard as it can come. I sit here standing paralyzed in my body wondering what could this possibly be WOOSH! The candles blow out and its dark i cant see anything what could possibly be in my house causing this torture to me and all of a sudden ut ofthe cornerof my eye i see a black figure standing next to me as soon as i mustered up the confidence i turn to my side there's nothing there.I decide i should go investigate to see what this could be as soon as i get into the kitchen i see a note sitting on the counter.I go to open it and before i can i hear another nose so i look outside in my backyard and i see something hangin off the tree but before i go further i gom open the note .It says “come look outside look at what youve done to me” BAM! A loud crash comes from in my room so i run upstairs and see mt tv is on the floor my window is nce again open so out of curiosity i walk outside only to see  a noose hanging from my tree with a body attached to it i feel the urge to take off the bag over the person head.Before i can do so it  moves its shaking and i get scared i rush over take off the bag and...There she is my sister her body is cold her face looks blue i feel this sense of sickness and guilt i run to the kitchen to call the police and as soon as they get here they think it's a prank call because they cant see me they look around a bit and see my sister watching tv and playing with our dogs but when they go outside they see a dead body it's not my sister but rather mine.How could this possibly be how could i be dead i saw my sister dead she's been dead for a year i saw it all happen or was it me?

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Clicking clacking click click clack, screee, Thud thud thud click. That was the disturbing sound I heard when I was home alone only a couple days ago. It repeated and repeated until it just stopped. That sound got me startled like a storm and my dog's coward in the corner, my mind was racing. What was that, what is it, why is it, how is it, so many thoughts and then the noise began again, but louder and stopped right when I made a noise. I smelled something bad and acidic. It became more and more foul as if a corpse was being dragged down the stars. I started to step back and grab my dogs. While grabbing my dogs the smell reminded me of a scene in a movie where someone smelled something bad and let's just say they didn't make it. I looked up at the stars with my phone's flashlight where I faintly spotted a door opened with scratches, it was severely harmed. I then  mumbled to myself, “How did I not hear that?”. I then thought to myself what the hell happened here, what did this, and then why am i not leaving, I got the dogs in the garage,which is safe, why didn’t I go in there and what for my parents. I was frozen in fear and I wanted to run but then I grabbed a hammer and walked up the stairs. As I walked up the stairs finding blood on the ground Leading to my parents room. I tried to be quiet by avoiding all suspected creeky areas. I entered and then ,creek,after that I knew I messed up, Then the thing came out of nowhere. It screamed so loudly my ears rang, the creature was heavily armored and had no eyes. I jabbed at it with the hammer bashing in its mouth and it screamed and ran off. All that was left was a dead guy with an old worn and torn book. A book  that said,  “Thy beholds the book is now a monster slayer”. The name is the  BESTIARY.

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I m home Alone and i heard this very Eerie sound coming from up stairs

So i  went upstairs to check it as it grew louder and louder i got scared my thoughts about the sound got into my head is there i smell i cake from down stairs i didn't check it because someone might be down there that smell reminds me of the time when i helped my mother bake cookies

I saw  random window open and my cellphone was not on the couch were i remember it i creeped out the window and i saw my phone i quietly grab it and closed the window how did my phone get outside  and how did the window open suddenly the tv turned on as i screamed i turned off the tv and i asked myself how did the tv turn on so later i decided to investigate even if i was too scared to i got the courage to look outside so got my flashlight and looked around when i went back inside i started to check everything and every room and then i heard that eerie sound again but louder  CRACK CRACK it seems to be coming from the basement i was going to check until i hear DoN´t CoMe uP oR yOu'lL mEeT yOuR eNd i did not know what was going on but i went up there and something bad was up there...

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Tap, tap, tap, I was home alone reading my favorite mystery book when I heard a strange tapping noise against my window. I knew something was wrong when my dog began growling. I heard a sort of mumbling, but I couldn't make out what it was with all of the thunder. What was that sound? I got nervous and looked for where the noise was coming from. I looked out the window and saw a piercing pair of eyes staring at me. For some reason they looked awfully familiar, then a flash of lightning came. The next thing I knew was that they were gone. Then all of a sudden I smelled something, that's odd I thought.. It smells like smoke, was someone smoking outside the window? Or was it a fire? I knew it wasn't a fire because there was a thunderstorm going on outside. Then all of a sudden I got a flashback. I was 5 years old and it was raining outside. I was at my grandma's house and smelled smoke. She smelled it too. She went outside to look for the smell and she never returned. I returned to the present and noticed that my window was open and there were footprints leading towards my parents bedroom. I also noticed my dog stopped barking, he was gone!! As I was about to follow the footprints all the lights in the neighborhood turned off...What happened? Should I follow the footsteps? And where is my dog?? I want to bolt out of the house, but I need to find my dog. I grabbed a flashlight from under my bed and cautiously creeped down the hall to follow the stairs. Creeaaak I open the door to my parents room and then I gasp as I see someone very familiar. It was the ghost of my grandma.

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*cReeEEEeK* I heard a strange sound coming from my hallway… It made me wonder what it was so I went to take a peak.. I start to slowly get off my bed and tip toe to my door that is open, all I could see was pure darkness.. Once I was about a foot away from the door I heard it again.. *cReeEEEeK* but even louder this time. I start to get scared but want to investigate more. I started walking out to the hallway but it was too dark so I tiptoed back to my room to grab a flashlight. I grabbed it off of the top shelf in my closet and tip-toed back to the door.. Before I even got to the door I started hearing footsteps.. “Is someone in my house?” I thought to myself. Instead of going out to the hallway I shut my door and tried locking it but the door isn't locking.. So I grabbed the chair in my room away from my desk and put it under the door handle. I tried going back to reading even though it was hard I got to it. I started smelling a weird smell… it smells sweet but where was it coming from? I wanted to find out so I took the chair and put it back by my dest and opened my door. I grabbed the flashlight and started going down the hallway.. The kitchen light was on! I swore I turned off all the lights but then the refrigerator was open as well?! I went over to close it but half of the food is gone! I walked over to the window and felt a sudden breeze.. It wasn't closed!! I started getting more worried and wondered if someone got into my house.. So i picked up my phone to call my mom but she didn't pick up and my phone died right before i was gonna call 911. I went to try to find my charger but the power went out! What a horrible day this had been. I really wanted to call the police but my power went out! I went back to my room but started hearing footsteps again.. I went under my bed and waited. I had no lights and no phone, also no service at all! My only option was to hide.. I start hearing the footsteps grow louder and louder.. The steps sound bigger and bigger the closer it gets… I wonder what it is or who it is! I was thinking if i should run outside and scream for help but the thing or person was too close.. Once I started hearing the footsteps get quieter and quieter, I wanted to go more near it, so I got out from underneath the bed and started going near the sound.. I think it was going to the living room. I started walking right over to the living room and I stood there shocked.. My whole body stopped moving, my legs were trembling, I dropped my flashlight and screamed.. I could not believe my eyes…

TO BE CONTINUED...

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It was October 7, 2021 and my Dad and Stepmother as well as my syballings went out to dinner but I sadly got sick. I was just watching a movie when I heard a noise… *CREAAAAK*! Then a devilish laugh. I. Was. HOME. ALONE. My dog and cat heard it as well apparently because my dog was up and snarling with a low growl as soon as I realized. His hackles then went up… Something wasn’t right. I heard the same blood-curdling snicker again and it was coming from upstairs. I immediately pondered the worst; was it a demon? Was it an intruder? Was it an animal? Was it a zombie? Then I actually thought of something rational, I left the windows open! It was windy outside as well so it was probably just the wind. I smelled something… THE SMELL OF MY MOM’S PERFUME! She was dead… She died of cancer years ago on what day… OCTOBER 7th! This was bad… This is very very bad… Is my mom’s soul… or maybe even her corpse, lurking around in our house!? Then that laugh… That laugh… That was her laugh. I notice that the candle I made for her on mother’s day when I was little… It was lit! I didn’t light any candles at all! HOW IS THIS HAPPENING! IS MY MOM’S SOUL IN THIS HOUSE? Then another little thing; the perfume that I saved up my money for and bought her was on the table in front of me. My heart was racing and I was petrified. I knew something was wrong. I really want to go lock myself in my bedroom and call my Dad. All the lights are out in the path to my room so I have to make it quick. I gather my thoughts and my courage and make a run for it. I made it there successfully and locked the door. As I try to call my dad I notice my phone isn’t in my pocket anymore!  I could have sworn that I put it in my pocket! Well no time for that now. I really need to investigate the sounds and smell from upstairs. I crept up the stairs and waited for a little while to catch my breath before going to my parents room. I caught my breath and went up the stairs into my parents room… There she was… My mom’s dead body standing up and staring at me. I fell down before I knew it and there was a laugh.. The last laugh...

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Bang! There was a loud thudding on the glass which sounded like it was in the kitchen. I was all home alone, and I knew something was up. My dog had a low growl that almost started to hiss. I was conflicted to go search the house, but it would be too risky. I yelled “Mom, Dad? In return I got nothing. This is when I started to hide, I knew someone broke in. I heard a crash and smelled my Mom’s perfume. They were in my parents bedroom. I suddenly noticed that the TV down the stairs was on. It wasn’t on before. I was getting nervous, so I grabbed my dog that then went crazy barking. I shut him up real fast and held him closer. Then I got up the courage to act. I quickly rushed to my door, grabbing a knife from a drawer. It was an ashen gray knife. I knew what would happen to one of us, but I would want to be able to tell that story. I made sure that happened. I stabbed him as he turned the corner. The raven black mask, the jet black jacket, the blood covering it all up. Sad to think it would happen, but it did.

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Banging on the door! It was 2:00 A.M. I was home with my cat Gus.

And we were watching tv. I looked down to make sure I wasn't insinuating but I saw his ears back and his tail between his legs. That's when I knew something was wrong. It felt like there was a rock in my throat, I couldn't swallow my own saliva . The sweat dripped from my forehead. I smelled gasoline but there weren't any windows open. I got a butterfly feeling in my stomach. Gus started hissing and getting closer to the door.  “Gus come here” I whispered, trying to be loud enough to get his attention but not too loud. I tip- toed a little further and I saw the garage doors were open. But I knew for a fact that it was closed because I closed it when I came home, And i would hear it if someone opened it, but I could've been too focused on trying to get Gus to come to me. I grabbed Gus and petted him to calm him down. I wanted to go out and look but I was too scared and even if I went there it would be risky to go with Gus because he could make noises and I wouldn't leave him alone. In this situation I turned back and went back and got my phone to call 911 but my phone wasn't there. I froze. Tears started gathering in my eyes. I thought I was gonna die. I held Gus tight to my chest. But I couldn't just give up. I crawled to the kitchen while holding Gus with one hand hoping whoever is out there wouldn't see me.i grabbed the biggest and sharpest knife I could find. I went to the garage door and stood there. I make noises and wait for the person to come. I hear footsteps coming. I swallow my saliva. The person comes and the closer he comes the tighter I hold Gus. It sounds like he's wearing boots. I see his shadow getting bigger and bigger as he comes closer. I see the tip of his boot on the hardwood floor and I close my eyes, take a deep breath. And I stabbed him.

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Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek I heard my door open, I was alone and I heard ¨SHHHHHHH!¨ I thought that my cat was hissing but then i looked at my dog and she was growling so, i went looking for my cat and he was asleep.I wonder what or who did that.I said to myself ( i´m going to die) Then i smell nail polish. It remiads me of the nail polish I never used because it smells so bad. I go into my room and my window is open when I know it was closed a minute ago. I start to get worried so I want to call 911 but I´m too scared that whoever or whoever is in my house is going to hear me. I go start to go to the bath so I hide but i hear footsteps by the stairs and the bathroom is next to it, I gather up the courage to go see what is making all this noise and I see two men in my house looking for something (but what are they looking for,what does my family have that they want) i fell on a soccer ball and the men start to look around and they see me and start to walk to me with a gun...

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
As I sit in the living room, reading a book, I peacefully listen to the ticking of a clock from a nearby bedroom.
Crash!
That sounded like glass breaking.  I’m just sitting on the couch, frozen in fear.  Should I go see what the noise was?  Or should I stay here, and wait till my parents arrive back home?  What if it was my sister?  Is she injured?
I stand up from the couch and call her name, “Elizabeth?”
No response.  I start to walk towards her bedroom when I smell something.  It reminds me of the smell of pennies or iron.
Or blood…
“Elizabeth!?” I call out, but still, no response.
I run to her bedroom, but the door is locked.  I shove, push, wiggle the doorknob rapidly, but I cannot seem to be able to open the door.
“Elizabeth!  Open the door!” I scream.
After a long silence, I walk back into the living room and look for my phone to call my parents.  But I noticed something different about the room.  The window by the dining room table is open.  Did I leave it open by accident?  I could have sworn that it was such, just moments ago.
Panic rushes through my body, sending shivers down my spine.  I can hear my teeth rattling.  I can feel my bones vibrating underneath my skin.  The stench of blood deepens.
I want to run away, to get out of this nightmare.  But I stop myself.  I can’t leave Elizabeth.
I then go back to her room to see blood dripping through the bottom of the door.  I shriek in horror and crumple to the ground.  The temptation of running almost overpowers me, but I manage to take a deep breath and stay.
“I would rather die, than leave Elizabeth,” I tell myself, over and over again.  Trying to build up some confidence.
I stand up and reach out, tears streaming down my cheeks, and, once and again, try opening the door.  It opens.
I scan the room from the doorway and notice the lights are turned off.  However, the moonlight coming through the broken window reveals my sister, lying on the floor, covered in blood.
I scream in horror and rush over to her.  I turn her onto her back to reveal a knife in her stomach.  I sob.  Harder than I ever have in my life.  She’s dead.
I soon realize something.  Whoever did this to her, is probably still here.  In the house.
I stand up and slowly turn around.  Before I can register the person standing there, pain shoots up from my stomach through the rest of my body.  I tumble to the floor.  I never see my killer, just a shadow, then darkness...

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I yawned. Scrolling through my phone. It was almost 2 am in the early morning. And I was tired, lying on my bed and just playing games. And I definitely needed sleep at this point. But I am a bit of a phone addict.. So I wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. Then I heard… A soft happy tune. It sounded like the music an ice cream truck used to tell little kids and people that it was there. That.. was disturbing. No one was in the house, no one could’ve played that. I turned the volume up on my phone. It wasn’t my phone. My eyes widened. Before I got out of bed, I looked around. Then there was the sweet smell.. Of ice cream..? The ice cream was in the freezer. It was the heavy smell of vanilla. It was almost intoxicating. I slowly stalked towards the kitchen. I looked at the counter. There was a spoon… When did that get there..? I thought Didn’t.. Didn’t I do all the dishes..?. I felt an eerie feeling as I walked out of the kitchen. I looked over at my dog’s dog bed. He wasn’t there. I ran back into my room. And sighed with relief as I noticed him asleep under my bed. The music was still playing. That.. Happy tune… I left my room, and listened. It sounded like it was coming from… Outside… I went to the door. Slightly shaking. Should I go..? I asked myself. What if it was just a late night ice cream truck?.. No.. That didn’t make sense.. What if people were drunk or doing something illegal..? I could catch them in the act and call the police-... But if I got noticed.. I shuddered at the thought. There’s no telling what could happen.. I reached for the door handle.. Hesitant.. But.. The best case scenario is that it’s just those dumb kids… I quickly turned on my flashlight on my phone, before quickly putting on shoes and a jacket. I then exited the house. Looking around. Before I saw… An ice cream truck. This-.. This is what I was worrying about..?-.. I should’ve guessed. The music did match up with the truck.. Except… The ice cream flavours that they displayed on the side… seemed… odd.. I ambled over. This didn’t seem like any threat. I went and looked at the flavours. Then my eyes widened. And I stepped back. The pictures were of ice cream with human body parts as toppings. There was chocolate ice cream.. With chopped fingers on them. Vanilla ice cream.. That intoxicating smell was here.. It had blood dripped all over it like fudge chocolate. Mint with eyes instead of chocolate chip. Cookie dough with... I couldn’t look anymore. I was close to throwing up. Before I suddenly felt someone grab my hair. And I was dragged away. Roughly thrown into the ice cream truck. A large man in an ice cream truck worker outfit stood there. Holding a steak knife. Before suddenly grabbing my arm. And raising the knife to chop my hand off.

I screamed as loud as I could.

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In the kitchen a plates fell down, I was watching TV. I said to myself that it’s nothing, it happens to everyone. Then, I heard someone talking in my parents room. I got really scared so I turned the Tv off and went to my parents room to see if anyone was there, when I went there nobody was there. I smelled my grandma's shirt in the bathroom, this reminded me of a movie that I watched last week (I was really scared). Then the door in the room closed and my phone was on the bed but now it’s gone, I thought to myself (did I even bring with myself? and if I did, where did it go?). I really want to call my parents right now but I am afraid to call them. After a second I heard a sound and I moved closer to see what is sound. I had no choice but to find out what that sound is and who is behind all of this. The sound was coming from my room so I got there and I saw a black shadow of a man, but there was nobody there. I was looking at the shadow and the shadow was moving towards me. I ran as fast as I could but he was following me, then my parents came and opened the door, and the shadow was gone. It wasn't there anymore. I explained the hole story to my parents, but they were laughing at me and said that it’s a joke, and I just said that ( Let’s just forget about it). But will he come again?

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One night while I was home alone I was sitting in my bedroom. I suddenly heard glass shattering from the living room. “ What was that???” “Did someone break in??” I thought to myself. I then heard footsteps. The first thing that came to my mind was to lock my door and  hide quickly in my closet,  and call for help. I rushed to the closet. I kept hearing footsteps coming closer to where I am. Now I was really panicking. I texted my parents saying that someone broke in. They said to call the police, so I did. I then started to smell this strange smell, but I can’t point my finger at what it is. It reminded me of some type of perfume.  “What is that smell?” I say to myself. I accidentally dropped something in the closet which made a lot of noise. I then heard whispering from the other room. I was scared that they knew I was in here. The police said to stay on call with them so I did. “The police will be there shortly” they then said. I really wanted to see what's going on, but I knew that's a really bad and dangerous idea, so I just stayed in the closet until help came. ‘The police are finally here!”  The person that broke in tried to escape before the police could catch him, but he ended up getting arrested. I felt so relieved, but I know that now I’ll be scared to be home alone ever again.

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Samsh! Crack! I sprung up from my nap. I got off my bed and started to walk into the living room, when I heard footsteps creaking along the wooden hallways running through the house. Woof! Woof! I heard my dog barking furiously. But for what reason? I knew it couldn’t be anything bad because my mom was home. She was probably just playing with the dog. I looked out the window and there appeared to be nothing but a dried up worm on the drive way. I was alone. I dove under my bed. The footsteps grew louder and louder by the second. Someone was in the house. An ear splitting Crack! And the sound of glass shattering filled the house. My nose lifted up into the air. I can recognize that scent for anywhere. It’s my mother’s perfume. Smash! Bang! More objects crashed to the floor and lay spread across the dusty tiled floor of the bathroom. I look right and see the wall next to my bed. I look back to my left, and spot a pair of leather, oil-stained boots. How did they get there? One moved up and went back down. Then the other. Slowly making their way over to my closet. What’s going on? Is there a robber? I thought to myself. I wanted to run away and call my mother. But what should I do? I can’t just squeeze out right at the feet of this intruder and run. I’d get caught. I looked around and saw a doll. I hadn’t seen it for years. It was kind of creepy. With a cracked eye and brown silk hair. I reached over to the doll and tossed it out to the side of the bed where the man wasn’t standing. He made a grunting noise while searching through all my bags. He turned around and walked out of the room. On his way, he saw a doll sitting in the corner of the room. “That hadn’t been there before. Maybe just didn’t see it.” He kept walking. When he got out of the room, the same doll appeared in the center of the dusty wooden hallway. A creepy voice box creaked, “Hehe that was fun wanna play again?” I looked at where I put the doll and it wasn’t there! Was this some kind of bewitchery? The intruder slowly backed away and fell into the bath tub. Scrambling to get out and leave the house. The lights flickered, and the doll strolled toward the man. He screamed, “Aaaahhh!” A window cracked and the man fled away leaving all his finds in the tub. I crawled out from under the bed, and saw the doll. It turned it’s head around tilted. Then it fell over. The garage opened and my mother walked into the house. “Oh hi. You’re awake.” I looked down and the doll wasn’t there.

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Creek, Yaww.   Father was on a business trip, mother had left to pick up Anna from practice. I was completely alone . It was getting late, the sky outside was a musty gray and my bedroom was heavily scented with cinnamon spice. Creek, Yaww went up the stairs again, this time I heard it and sat up with a sharp jerk. My head spun as the blood rushed, I looked towards the fish tank to check if I had imagined the strange noise, it was my biggest mistake the fish were jerking in random directions. The smell of a familiar perfume was coming from the door , it reminded me of my grandfather's pastries. The sweet smell consumed me as I unwillingly followed to the top of the stairs.

I was walking though it wasn't me, how could this be , that’s when the voices whispered a little too loudly, and I had time to regain control over myself. I tiptoed down the stairs to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, the stair creaked, the voices cut off in a seconded, OMG this is the end , I thought wishing I could return to the safety of my room, but it was too late, the footsteps started getting louder, closer. I was meet by a pair of big glowing , yellow eyes of a beautiful large owl , then a cat , this can’t be real, t-the voices.  I sprinted up the stairs with little hesitation , cowering into the corner farthest from the door, two breathtakingly beautiful people walked in, tilting their heads to the side in union and proceeded to walk forward. As fear took over I searched the room for an escape and only saw one. Inching to the left, I pulled the lach and jumped out the window.

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Staying alone in my house, sirens ringing from my ears, the tingle going down my spine, I feel oddly disturbed, but a loud noise comes from my backdoor. I'm Home Alone what do I do.

The dogs barking and the cats meowing then a silence the room grows more quiet scared I jump up from my bed to go look outside 2 am at night scared and Alone something comes from the darkness scared I quickly freeze and then a sudden thud ¨what had gone wrong¨ I said to myself.

Desperate, I grab my phone and run from the door. But out of nowhere ¨I smelt my grandma's cookies they reminded me of my childhood but she had been dead for weeks¨ I said to myself

I walk back into the kitchen and glass shatters. I grab a knife to defend myself and start to call 911…. ¨The phone is answered¨ yelling to the killer and there is when my heart sank the killer was on the phone…. Screaming the door to the house turns to a hospital door and notices the life around me is gone, nowhere to run, the doors locked nowhere to hide. ¨Hello Is anyone out there i'm really scared and desperate is anyone out there please help me¨. Floorboards started creaking all around me, the hall getting colder, darker and more frightening. I look to my right and see my phone on the ground. I pick it up then I remembered when I called the police it called the killer.

Scared, I had no choice but to investigate running through the halls, voices whispering and getting louder and louder and louder until I couldn't contain myself anymore. I started breaking down in tears saying goodbye to my family and friends in my mind. I jump up remembering what my dad told me ¨Son, whenever you get into a sticky situation, get up and move forward, that's how I became a hardworking person¨. Moving forward sounds getting louder I see a little girl out in the distance I ask her if she knew the way she said ¨He's behind you¨ *chuckles* I looked behind me and he killed me…. ¨I woke up?¨ I said confused looking around in my bed. Jumping up I heard the same sound Thinking to myself ¨Is it over?¨ I ran to the backyard and I smelled my grandma's cookies looking in the mirror I saw the same girl scared and sad. I look away and I noticed that little girl was me...

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Home Alone

As I woke up from my slumber, I felt dizzy as my blood iron was low. When my head finally cleared up, I looked at my cat who had her ears up and her tail spiked. There was an ominous feeling as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. There was a creek coming from the hallway. The sound was ear splitting as it just kept getting louder and louder, eventually making me cover my ears with instinct. What was that? My cat started to stare at the hallway blankly, and hissed a hiss that I had never heard before. The thought of there being someone in my house frightened me..What if they were here to kill me? My head swarmed with questions that I knew would never be answered unless I went into the hallway. As I stood up from the couch a scent stained the air. I recognized it instantly, the smell of a new book. This made me remember a faint smell that I smelt from the library. Where I met this lady, who didn't seem as harmful at first but now that I think of it, she didn’t have a face, limbs, or hair. I couldn’t see much about her but I could see her wrinkles and sullen structure. The image of that old lady terrified me, I couldn’t even think properly. As I finally got my thoughts cleared out, I realised that the floorboards were moving in the hallway, and the candle lit chandelier turned on. She’s here. I thought to myself, my breath swallowing as I grabbed my cat, who was now as frightening as ever. She wouldn’t stop staring at me. With her dead eyes. Cold and black. My mind instantly went back to the old lady, with her what seemed to be a stare. At this point I was too shaken to even think properly. I dropped my cat and looked around frantically hoping to see something familiar or somewhat safe. My mind kept straying back to the old lady and her faceless structure in the library. What would happen if I moved? What would happen if I tried to run? My mind screamed with endless possibilities of what could happen. I am 23 and living in my own house with my cat. I remembered my phone… I have got to call somebody. At LEAST 911. I reached for my phone but to my suprise, it was missing. The candles started flickering, which was irregular suggesting that they were candles. The back door was in the kitchen, if I could just reach the kitchen, I could escape. The terrible part was….I had to go through the hallway. My cat however was just standing there in the hallway staring at me. I creepily swept across the floor to the hallway, suddenly remembering that the floorboards were still moving. I let out a heavy sigh feeling the tension in the air get heavier. I have to get across no matter what happens. I must reach the kitchen. I repetitively thought that as I scurried across the hallway desperate to get to the kitchen. My cat unfortunately tripped me as I was just about to reach the end of the hallway.

“Darn you, stupid cat.”, I screeched. My cat stares at me, continuously digging her claws into the back of my heel.

“Let go!”, I screamed. My cat started to loosen its grip on my heel but as I started to feel relieved, I felt some sort of presence… I looked up and saw…..

The Lady from the library.

Her face is gray and pale with wrinkles all over.  Her body still sunken and old, however, she looked like she was ready to kill. Even if she was old. Her limbs were still missing however. How is she sticking to the ceiling? My mind started to scream and race as I picked myself up and started to scream. My breath felt heavy, my bones were rattling, my blood frozen in fear. I couldn’t move.  The last thing I saw was the mouth of the lady. Which I never knew existed.

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I was home alone when I heard glass shatter. I leave my room to check the disturbance, I see a man wearing all black mumbling words to two other men in black. My heart dropped the second I saw them. I could barely understand what they’re saying but it sounded like he said “check upstairs to make sure no one is there.” I instantly go to my room and lock the door and barricade it.  I grab my phone and run under my desk. I start to smell gasoline and instantly remember the time I filled up my car's gas tank. When I smelt the gas I realized that I forgot to turn off the stove. I noticed my door suddenly unlocked, I thought to myself are they trying to check my room? I instantly run to my door and lock it again and I hear one of the men breaking in say “SOMEONES IN HERE!” a sudden sound of thumping happens and I realize the others are coming upstairs. I wanna try to escape but I’m on the second floor of the house and the patio expands for the next 7 feet. I remember my trampoline is also right next to my window. I want to learn more about the intruders, so I decided to jump on my trampoline and make it. I crept to the broken window and climbed through. I walk upstairs and peek the corner to my door. They are no longer there. I decide to call the police but while I’m talking to the dispatcher and I hear a loud bang and when I wake up I notice the other hospital beds around me and my parents sitting next to me.

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“BANG, BANG, BANG”

Jumping out of my chair, my black cats run away. I looked around the room and felt my heart sinking.

“What was that noise?” I whisper to myself, “What could it be?”

“Could it be someone at the door? No, it can't be. This late at night, why would somebody be at my house?”

“CREAK”

My hairs jump while walking on the wooden floor.

Walking down the dark, empty hallway I smell something out of the ordinary.

“What is this smell? Could it be a man's cologne” I whisper to myself in my head.

This smell reminds me of my dad's cologne when he had left me and my mom 15 years ago.

I go to the doorstep and feel a sharp feeling in my feet. It was broken glass.

Going to look closely at the glass I notice the candle lit up.

“Who's there! Show yourself already!” I yell, trying to act confident even though I wasnt.

I went to reach my phone near the doorstep, but it was also gone. I swear I had put it there, but guess I was wrong.

I noticed while looking at the glass, there were wet footprints. Following these footprints I decided to confront the intruder.

“CREAK,CREAK,CREAK”

The sound came from the basement and I decided to confront the person who had broken in my house.

Slowly walking to the basement I see him. It was my dad!

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!” I yell in fear

“I'm sorry little one…” he said.

“BANG”

My father had shot me in the head and hid my body.

20 years after the incident, my body was never found...

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One Friday night, I was home alone, and I was about to go to sleep, it was 11:17 pm. All of a sudden I heard a loud crash downstairs. It sounded like a flower pot fell or a bunch of heavy things fell at once. I started to smell something sour with a combination of gasoline. I noticed that the window in my bathroom was open, I swear it was never opened. “Mom, Dad?” I said, there was no answer. I went downstairs to investigate. There were a bunch of foot prints that looked like someone stepped on some weird black oily substance. I couldn’t go anymore forward, otherwise I would step in the footprints. All of a sudden I saw a man with a black mask pass by with two huge black bags with brood dripping off of them in the living room. No wonder Mom and Dad haven’t come back yet.

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I was in my room at 8:00 at night I was on my computer when I heard a little scratching noise and I looked down and there was my then  cat she jumped up on my bed and went to sleep. It is 8:39 and I here another scratching noise and I look over at my cat and she is still asleep I went  over to my door and closed it as quietly as I could without making any noise and I turned off my computer. I thought someone was coming with a knif and I hide I was scarred but also curios and anxsois it was overwhelming I thought I was going to die. It is 8:53 and I smell cinnamonen and it reminds me of haloween. It was strange because there was no cinnamonen or anything that has to do with it. Then I hear  the water run through the pipes above me and the sprikalers only run at 10:12 at night and it was only 9:13. Why is this happening my thoughts where running, what was happening im very scared and curios and confused I need answers why is this stuff happening. I want to go out and investigate or call someone or just do something but I don’t realy want to do it. Then I hear my door open a little bit. I take a peek and there is my cat clawing at the door trying to open it and her ears are down. I forgot that she was there and now shes making a ruckus whoever is there is probably going to come and see what is going on. SO I gather up my thoughts and take action and go let the cat out and see if there is anything going on. So as quietly as I can I crept to the door and opened it a little more than it was and I come face to face with my dog her cone was the thing scratching agaisnt te halfway. But why was there water running and wahy did I smell cinnamonen, I glanced at my dresser and my mom had put a cinnamonen cookie there and I didn’et relize it. But still why was there running water and I remembered that we got this new thing that sprays water at anything that gets near our apple tree and thats what happened.

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I was home alone one night at my house when I heard a growling noise coming from downstairs.  It was my dog growling at something I didn’t know about.  Then my dog starts barking, getting my full attention.  I first thought somebody would come into my house, but they wouldn't rob a house with a dog guarding the house.  And I think again and I think it's a ghost.  Then I smelled something.  It was the smell of something reaching.  I remember this smell but I can’t think because I'm too scared to.  Then I see there are footprints leading out of my room. I also noticed that the dog stopped barking.  What happened to my dog and what are those footprints leading out of my room.  I think about investigating but I'm too scared to even do it.  I think about calling someone but my phone is downstairs and I don't wanna go downstairs.  But I have to do it so I went downstairs to get my phone which I did but then saw something moving in the distance. It's the thing the smells reached.  I went to check it out and it was my dog With another dog playing tug a war and I was relieved when I realized I only had one dog and the door was closed.

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I heard a piercing noise from downstairs. I shot up and thought what was that. Was it something important. I thought it was probably important, so I should go and see what it was. Then I smell some cologne.  It reminded me of going out this afternoon to Old Navy.  I just looked over the edge, there was a candle burning that I swear was not burning 4 minutes ago. So I went back and went to my dad's cabinet because he is a cop and grabbed my pocket knife and pepper spray. I also grabbed hand cuffs. I was ready to go down stairs and get him. As I was making it down stairs I noticed he was in the garage. I first looked around then, I locked the garage down. I grabbed my stuff and unlocked the door. I went in there and sprayed pepper spray and he was not ready to give up, so I grabbed my knife and threatened him. He got down and I threw my phone out and called 911. After I was done with that I called my dad and he said he was responding to this. He got there and helped me. My dad took him and he went to jail.

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Crack… I heard the door silently open. But I'm the only one home alone!  I started to panic as if some ghost or robber was coming into the house. If it was a robber I would have nothing to defend myself.  I had the idea to hide in my room but if it was something like a robber I would have nowhere to go.  I had come to the idea that I would peek over the counter and see if there was a robber. When I started to approach the door I smelled perfume? It smelled like my mom profume.  Then suddenly I heard the door close. My dogs were with my mom at the dog park so they were not barking at the robber.  I went towards my room but when I was sneaking to my room I saw my parents room light on! I never go into my parents room at night. It scares me!  How did it get on! I thought.  I felt like I had no choice but to hide in my room.  I realized that if I call 911 I can be safe and have someone to save me. But, MY PHONE IS ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER! Oh no.  I had not closed the door or the robber could come and get me. Once, I took a quick look out of my room and I saw him looking in the kitchen! He was a short man in all black now I forser I knew he was a robber. I finally had the corsage to go get my phone and the robber had moved on to the backyard.  Why check the backyard I wondered. Better for me. I snuck over to my phone and quickly and quickly ran back to my room.  Then I dialed 911 and turned the volume down low…..  They awserd and were sent two cops to help.  Soon later they arrived and captured him!  For some reason he was only there to steal my parents bed.. But why?

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Hiss hiss the sound was coming from the kitchen and I realized that the door was open. My parents just left for an overnight getaway to the Bahamas, and it's my job to protect this house. Im thinking maybe it's a snake, maybe it's a monster, maybe it's something that was waiting for my parents to leave so that they could snatch me first. Suddenly, it starts to smell like the produce that we put out outside yesterday. Out of nowhere I see a trail of dirt coming from outside and it's pretty big. It could be a large snake that the trail looks like or am I overreacting? Maybe I drew the dirt myself but I took off my shoes yesterday. I don't know what to do. I want to go up stairs and get my baseball bat for protection, but the thing might follow me and there's only one way out of my room so I could get stuck in there with this thing. Anyways I'm going to do it because I need protection so as fast as I can I run up the stairs and get the bat and slam the door. An hour passes and I'm bored and wondering if it's still there so I go out and explore. With my baseball bat gripped to my hand I slowly walk down stairs. And I see a long black snake sliver around and if I want to be safe I gotta kill it so I lounge forward and.

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CRASH!! I heard a shattering noise, followed by glass hitting the ground. I didn’t take any risks, and dashed the opposite way of where the sound came from. It was down stairs, towards my living room. The term “Breathe in your nose, and out of your mouth” had left my thought process. I was in a panic. I was gasping for air, but my nervousness was like a locked door, not letting any air escape my body. Who is it? Why would they do this? I smelled something in the air, Coming from the kitchen. It smelled like something was baking. Cloud bread? It smelled like it atleast. It reminded me of the time when I first tried cloud bread at my friend’s house. Speaking of friends.. I should call him. I went to my pocket for my phone and it wasn’t there! What?! Where did it go? I just had it! My eyes soared around the room like a hyper five year old bouncing across the walls. I need to go down stairs.. But what of the person is there? What if they’ll kill me? I hesitantly walk towards the stairs, with my eyes soaring across the room. Almost there.. Almost. I’m standing at the railing of the stairs, about to go down. Should I? No.. But my phone? It’s not worth getting killed. But I need to call him. No I don’t.. I could call 911! Wait.. I don’t have my phone. I need to go down! I’m going… I put my left foot on the first step, and it makes a loud CREEEEK. I felt as if a butterfly shot right into my stomach at 95 miles per hour. As I crept down the stairs that seemed like they wanted me dead, I could smell the aroma of cloud bread getting closer. I peeped my head around the corner of the kitchen and saw the oven on. I calmed down, then saw a very tall figure with a bat in its hand. On the other hand, he had my phone. Oh no..

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I was home alone and heard a noise, it was a faint noise of a door opening and a metallic handle hitting a bolt. Since the fence on the house was easy to jump and the deadbolt on the side yard door was broken I thought there was someone in the garage so I thought of bolting into the garage no. I smelt something metallic and the stone from the garage. I saw the garage door move and hang open earlier, but now it was closed. I should grab a weapon so I grabbed a stick and not a knife so if the person got hold he wouldn’t have enough of an upper hand then I hid the knives. I decided to search the house by jumping into every room, but found nothing. Still I was definitely not just gonna sit there with no defence. I never found him and lived in constant fear until one day I found out my brother pranked me, after hitting him with a stick for doing it again of course.

Based on a true story

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I was home alone one time.  I was watching a scary movie and heard some tiny whisperer outside my house.  Like every horror story I've watched, if you investigate you die so I'm not gonna do that.

All the sudden I heard some glass break and so like any other person would do I ran upstairs with my dog leia and ran into my bedroom.  I barricaded the door with my mattress and a couple other things I found in my room that could be useful.  After I did that I ran to my dresser to call the police.  It wasn't there so I started to panic.  Just then it came to me I left my phone down stairs on the kitchen table.  I knew I couldn't wait much longer until the people or guy came up and looked for me.  Just then I started to smell a weird gas smell.  I knew what was going on.  They were gassing the house out.  I panicked and then remembered my dad has a gas mask in his closet, don't know why but it will come in handy.  I ran out of the room before the gas fully engulfed the whole upstairs part of the house.  I ran in the closet and struggled to find it but luckily I found it just in time.  I stuck it on my face and went back to my room,  But just as I was about to get there I saw these weird tall men with animal masks at the bottom of the stairs.  But in the middle of all them the one that really stood out was an eagle mask almost like a bald eagle.  I stood there frozen with my heart pumping so fast it could burst out of my body.  The one with the eagle mask pointed up stairs where I was standing just around the corner stiff as a bone.  I really wanna run away but I cant cause they will see me if I do.  The gas still pouring into the house I knew I had to do something.  I took a deep breath and then sprinted into my room.  I opened the door and saw my dog just laying on the floor looking straight at me.  Just then I herd light foot steps coming up the stairs.  I was freaking out so I took the mattress and put it back on the door.  I opened the window and jumped out with my dog following behind me.  We landed in the pool and made a run for it.  As I looked back I saw the animals just stairing at me.  As I just staired i saw them take a squirl out and sit it in a cage and then out from the corner a bunch of red eyed bunnys came out.  They went up to the cage and all the sudden they screamed and started to snack on the squirl.  It happened in seconds,  the eagle man pointed at me and all the other animal men did too and the bunnies started to run after us we ran for are lifes and went to the police station and told them what happened, They said it was nonsense.

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I heard a faint *creak* and I assumed it was coming from the side gate.  I went to check on my dog Coco.  I found my dog, her eyes went huge and she was forming a low growl.  I wondered what could have possibly been outside.  I was home alone because my mom and dad wanted to go out for the night and my sister was away at college in San Diego.  I was somewhat afraid to go and see what had happened.  Was it someone I knew?  Or was it a stranger?  Was it even a person?  All these crazy thoughts of horror movies came running through me.  I wanted to go back to bed, but the pressure of that noise overcame my tiredness.  I sat up in bed and checked my alarm clock.  It was 11:04 PM at night.  Suddenly I smell something buttery almost as if it were something sweet.  The smell seemed so familiar….  Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.  My grandmother used to bake butter cookies for me and my sister.  But how was that even possible?  My grandmother died 2 years ago…  It oddly smelled the exact same as before.  I creeped down the stairs.  When I saw the living room I noticed one of the fake candles we had on display was turned on.  But I swear it wasn’t on before.  I never even came back down after my parents left to go out.  WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS GOING ON?  First, a noise and then a smell and now something was actually different?  Was this real or was it just a prank?  I went up to my room again to get my phone.  I really wanted to talk to my parents and tell them to come home.  After sitting there lost in thought for about 5 minutes, I couldn’t stand it anymore.  Quietly, I reached for my phone and dialed my parents.  I lowered the volume on my phone so that no one would hear me.  I creeped under my bed just for safety.  I sighed and dialed them but they never answered.  My only other option was to investigate what was going on.  I quickly mustered up the courage to crawl out of my bed and look downstairs again.  This time what I saw completely shocked me.  There was blood all over the floor.  I ran downstairs and turned on the lights. My parents stood over my sister's body as if they had stabbed her.  They looked at me and said sweetly, “YOU’RE NEXT!”

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Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle I could hear my rice and vegetables cooking. It was a pretty normal night, my parents out at a fancy work dinner, and of course me, home alone. I decided to sit on the couch and chill out, maybe watch some family feud. Screech, out of nowhere I heard this mysterious noise, it wasn't very loud, but loud enough for me to be scared. I grabbed the remote and switched off the TV so I could hear what was going on. As I stood there terrified, the noise happened again! This time even louder and scarier.  My food drops out of my hand and I don't know what to do!!? My first thought was: should I check what it is, but what if it's someone who could hurt me or an axe murderer! I decide to hide a little behind my couch so if they come closer I can hear what's going on and still be somewhat hidden. About 3 minutes later I start to smell something, it's not a normal smell. It was a sweet, Sugary smell, but the scary thing was that my mom never lets me have sugar so this smell was very unfamiliar. The scent reminds me of a candy, maybe sugar gummies I'm not sure!? The spot behind my couch where I'm waiting for the sound to stop I have a view of the kitchen. For a moment I turn my eyes to my lap so I can think what to do, my first instinct is to run but I have nowhere to go. As I looked back into the kitchen and sat there were a pair of shoes, more specifically boots. Boots I have never seen before in my life just appeared right in front of me. When my parents left about 2 hours ago my mom cleaned the kitchen so i'm sure nothing was there. Now, in a bad situation like this there's really only one smart thing to do, and that is call my parents. Not sure why I didn't think of this before but it doesn't matter because now I did. Ugh!!! I bang my hand against the coffee table behind because my phone is in the garage!! How much worse can this get! I talk to myself and say clearly you could die just think smart. The voice starts to get louder. This is starting to be so bad, but you know what, I'm 12 years old, I just need to go up to the noise. Once I get closer to whatevers over there I will run to the garage, grab my phone, and figure out the rest later. My feet slowly creep through the kitchen. I tried to be as quiet as possible. Right there standing in the hallway was AHHHHHH….. My body starts to give in and I fall to the ground helplessly, fainting.

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Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. I heard a noise. My dog's ears went up. Her eyes fixed on the door. My parents had left town for a few days and I was home alone. The sound echoed through the walls and bounced around in my head. It had to just be my bunny scratching at the floor. It had to be. If it had to be then why was my dog concerned? I heard it again. Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. My dog jumps on  my bed and starts to growl. My heart skipped a beat. I could jump out the window. No, too high. I could hide in the dresser. No, too small. I could peek down stairs and see what was wrong. What could go wrong? This isn't a horror movie, plus I have my dog to protect me. I go down stairs and smell something odd. It selled kinda like the bunny food. I go to check on the bunny and  there he is,  laying on the floor dead. The food splattered all over the floor. I feel the hairs on my back lurch forward. I then see a candle.  Small  and harmless, but lit. the candle that has never been lit before was lit. someone is in the house. I want to grab the handle that is too spaces away from me and run. I hear footsteps in the living room. If I turn the handle the door will creak and I will be dead in two seconds.  I decided to hide in the closet. I hear footsteps come right outside the door. “ Yes boss, there is nobody here. This stupid bunny almost ruined the plan tho. Yea I took care of it.”  I hear the voice walk up stairs and decide this is the time to leave. I open the door and two steps in front of me is the killer. Bam! The gun goes off and I feel my breath slowly drift away.

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I was home alone and all of a sudden I heard a CRUNCH!!! I was terrified so I went to look at my dog for comfort but he was gone. I was very sad and terrified, sad because I lost my dog and terrified to see what took it. Then out of nowhere I smell a horrifying smell. The smell kind of reminds me of my dog because he always wanted to eat treats that were super unhealthy and smelly. When I followed the smell I saw a horrible mess in the kitchen. I see aloof my lower cabinets were opened and the cabinet I hid the treats in was empty. ¨Wait, is there a robber that just wants my dog and the dog food.¨ I said under my breath. I heard a creak then when I looked where the sound came from all of a souden the door was open and I heard a crash from inside the room. Do I go in, when I gathered the courage to go in the room I see a trail of dog treats on the leading the the balcony and my lamp has fallen over. Badly wanting to catch the thief I ran, got a broom and came back, sweeped the broken glass and got to the balcony door where it was slightly open. When I opened the door, what I saw scared me to death. My dog was eating all the treats, they were super fattening so my dog was going to get fat. ¨wait a minute you were the one eating all the treats. You should've just asked and I would of got you some.¨

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CRRRSHHH! I hear the tinkling of glass coming from downstairs. I have been home alone many times before. I’m 15, I shouldn’t be afraid of weird noises. I’d heard noises before and it had always been the laundry machine or my cats. There is a creaking noise that sounds like someone is coming up the stairs. It can’t be though, I locked all the doors. But that sound of breaking glass. I’ll go investigate. People always say, “Oh don’t go investigate scary noises when your home alone, it’s always how people die in horror movies. Well, this wasn’t a horror movie, this was real life.

Plus, it would be a waste, panicking this much if it was just a picture frame falling. Another creaking noise, but this one was coming from around the kitchen. A faint smell wafted up to my nose, and at first, I couldn’t recognize it. As it got stronger, I smelled a sweet smell, almost of chocolate. That was strange, why would a burglar be stealing candy? My cats both came up to me and now that was strange. They had arched backs and were hissing, their fur on end.

So if it’s not them, then--

Loud stomping was coming from the stairs now, and the sweet fragrance was coming nearer. I wanted to run away. That was all I wanted to do, but I couldn’t. I can’t explain why, but my feet were frozen to the floor, my mind stuck inside of itself, worrying and worrying.

Suddenly, the door, the door creaked. It was almost unnoticeable, but my head spanned towards the faint sound. I stepped back, and the forward. I kept going forward and opened the door. WHOOSH. I stumbled back, hitting my desk. The lights flickered and went out.

There was a flash of bright light, and a face lit up. It glowed orange and yellow. It was a jack-o-lantern with candy spilling out of it.

“TrIcK oR tReAeAt.” It creaked.

I screamed. My mouth was wide open. It shoved candy into my mouth, and my vision. Slowly. Went. Black.

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“Creak” I hear a door getting opened so, I go to investigate. On my way I ask myself should I investigate? Is someone breaking in? Now I smell something  like perfume. It reminds me of my mom's perfume. Oh no! someone must be breaking in and robbing my house . I need to barricade myself in and escape. I go to get pillows to barricade myself in when I notice that the back door is open. Why is the back door open? It was not open when I left to investigate. I thought to myself What should I do now? I want to call 911 but I am afraid to go get my phone. Now what I said to myself. I should probably just go get my phone. Yes, that's what I'll do. But the sound I heard came from upstairs, and that’s where my phone is. I crept up the stairs and hid behind the door. When I knew the coast was clear I raced to my room to get my phone. When I had my phone I called 911. Eventually they came and arrested the person that was robbing my house. I never want to be home alone again. But who Knows maybe I will be.

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CREEK,I heard my garage door open. It was 8:00 at night and my parents had to rush my brother to the hospital because he had broken his arm playing football. Are they already back? I asked myself, but they had just left. Suddenly I smell smoke.It smells exactly like the smoke I had smelled a couple years back when my grandpa was shot, the smell of the cigar that the man in black had lit after he killed my grandpa. Suddenly all the lights turned off then on again and there he was in my room. The man in black holding a gun to my face. With the same cigar lit between his lips, filling the room with an ashy smell. “You must be the man in black”  I managed to get the words out of my mouth. I want to grab the gun out of his hand so badly, and make him pay for what he did to my grandfather. I know that I can't because of one slight movement and I'm gone. His voice broke the silence “Do you remember me young lad.” Then I hear a car pull into my driveway. In his old raspy voice The man in black says “Follow me in that car”

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It was Oct 25, 2021 and the time was 12:00. I was home alone waiting for my parents to get back from the airport. My parents are very busy all the time and never have time to spend with me. At first I was not happy that I did not get to spend time with my parents but overtime I learned how to make dinner and get to bed all the essentials. So as I was saying it was 12:00 in the morning and I was home alone waiting for my parents to get back. I had already had dinner and was downstairs in the family room watching T.V. when THUMP THUMP THUMP and then BANG. thoughts started rushing through my head. Is someone in the house? Is there a storm outside? What should I do?. Then an awful stench filled the room. The stench reminded me of my baby brother's carrot flavored baby food which I hated and never entered the kitchen until he was done eating. My baby brother sadly died 2 years ago due to a health issue and the thumping reminded me of when he used to run all the time up stairs and whenever he needed a bath he would always slam the door to his room and never come out. Then I saw the baby crib he used to sleep in was outside. Then more thoughts started rushing through my head again. We put that thing in storage right? How did that thing get all the way back here?. And then the sound was back  THUMP THUMP THUMP this time it was heading downstairs. QUickly i headed for the closet door and locked myself in. as i was dialing 911 i heard the most dreadful sound you could ever hear GIGGLE - GIGGLE - GIGGLE. I stayed very quit and very still then i dialed 911. The phone was ringing then someone picked up “Hello you have called 911 we are currently not available right now please call back later”. I was freaking out how 911 could be unavailable. Then I hear a sound come from the kitchen. More thoughts come back Should i check it out? Should I get out of the house?. Finally I got the courage to go and see what it was. When I get to the entrance I see… him. The Carrot staind baby food bib, the pale whit skin and the ugliest face you ever saw was my baby brother Joan. I stood still and couldn't breath and then Joan turned his head toward me. “Hewo big bwother how are you? '' said his croaking voice. Then I turned around and ran towards the front door. I was almost there when Joan showed up at the front door and locked it. “Oh big Bwother you can't escape you are now mine.”

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Crash. I was home alone when all the sudden I hear a things moving around down stairs and I start to get scared by the sounds because there where no adults in the house it was me and my sisters upstairs when I hear the noise so that freaked me out. So I start to question my self who could possibly be downstairs if there is no one downstairs and it is just me and my sisters upstairs. When all the sudden I start smelling something rotten it smelled horrible. After that the smell didn’t really remind me of anything but except of the garbage because of how bad the scent was. When all the suddenly I see that the door starts to creak open very slowly. Then that’s when I start to ask myself again who could possible be in the house or is the person that is in the house got a knife or maybe a gun, is that person going to kill us all. Then I wanted  to go and investigate or maybe call either 911 or my parents. After that I went to go investigate because I feel that if I called 911 or my parents that person could shoot me if he sees me, so as I go and investigate I go downstairs through the back of the room just in case to the kitchen to get a knife and as I put my hand on the knife I felt like there was someone behind me so as I finish to pick up the knife I turn around as fast as I can to see but then I had the feeling the that who ever was in the house was near me because then I call my sisters from downstairs and said there where in there room scared so that meant that who ever was in the house or downstairs with me was not one of my sisters so then I see the door from the bathroom downstairs and as I go walking to the bathroom I go in and I see a ghost in the bathroom with a gun and knife in the hand.