*To Be Continued*

You also notice that your phone is gone and glass is broken and the door is left open.

Me Pov: Mom and Tristan must be playing a prank on me, I would never fall for something so stupid and pathetic….

Me Pov: I should probably go and investigate I guess.

                                                                    You hear a loud noise... you run to investigate quickly!

You notice a black coat standing in your path so you move it out of the way only to see blood on the floor, you retreat to catch your breath!  You can't stop now, go into the room of the noises, smells, and sights you hear/smelled/saw. You then notice a tall figure.

Me Pov: W-W-What the heck…

                                                                    You see something behind it, what could it be? You see a familiar face and another one. Then you realize it’s none other than your mother and brother behind the soulless creature.

Me Pov: M-M-Mom, T-Tristan?

                                                                             You then feel a chuckle up your breath and burst out laughing only then to grab a knife and slit the dead bodies open until you see their insides. (yuck). 

Me: hahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!?!

Me: SO THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS HUH!? AHAHAHAHAH AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

                                                      After five minutes of mourning and laughter you then grab the creature's hand. A flash of light appears and you disappear not knowing what you’ll see next.

I heard glass breaking, doors slamming, wolves howling, all from inside my house. I ran to my room, locked the door and tried to calm myself down but it didn’t work because I had started to smell gasoline and fire! And faintly I could hear someone saying my name, my parents were gone and my grandma was dead. Then I noticed my phone was gone, my bedroom window was open just a smidge and there were muddy footprints all over my rug and I didn't have shoes on.  I opened the door but my house was on fire so I ran to my window, jumped out, ran to the front of the house and my house was engulfed in flames. I then ran to my nabors  asked them to call 911 and my parents. My parents rushed home and the cops were called.  After the fire was out the arson team came out and inspected the house and they came to the conclusion that someone was in the house with me and then set the house on fire with me in it and I thought to myself  how could I not know there was someone watching me. Then they said that they had found human remains. They said they do believe that it is the suspect who lit the house on fire.

I woke up from a long nap, thinking that there was dinner downstairs. But when I look down the stairs nobody is there, look in my moms room nobody is there, Then I look in my siblings room nobody there. 

I hear the door creaking. I get scared, “what's happening am I okay should I leave.” I said in my mind.  

Then I smell something, it kind of smells like my grandma's famous enchiladas. Man, I am hungry. I remember this time when I was eating enchiladas with my family, But then my brother kept on throwing food, it was funny. Then I decide to just run for it downstairs, but there are footprints of water. I really just want to run as fast as I can anywhere really, not the store where a lot of people get found over there. But maybe at my friend's house. When I realised That the dude was the same height as my friend, about  5’4. I got my phone to call 911, but my phone was gone. Then I realised I'm grounded. I have to go to my room, it's locked. 

Then I think to myself. I lift weights. I'm stronger than my friend. I go down stairs...He walks up on me. We start to punch each other back and forth.

I scream “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

While I am going downstairs, I smell some gas smell and my dog jumps from my hands and goes to the door of the basement. I get the creeps and the hair on my arms starts to stand. I turn on my flashlight, grab my dog, and start to open the door and go downstairs. Once I am down there, I see a few candles lit and five shadowy figures, I move towards them then…

 “GOT YOU!! YOU JUST GOT PRANKED!!” Turns out it was just some of my friends trying to prank me. I just had to plan my revenge and get them back for having me scared like crazy.

“What is that?” “Is there something in my house?” “Am I really home alone?” I started to feel uncomfortable. I start to smell this rotten moldy scent. I get up and slowly walk into my living room. The smell.. Is coming from the closet. What is behind that door..? It's now 2:56 am, both my parents are gone at a party and if I open this door and something happens, nobody is here to help me.. I set my phone on the counter. This scent reminds me of a rotten egg. I walk back to my room then I see there is blood in my hallway all over the floors.. I go back to the kitchen and my phone is gone. “Someone is in this house..” I thought to myself. I want to open this closet.. It could be the reason for all this. But what if something happens to me..

I grab the handle to the door.. I open it quietly. It's pitch black in here, and I dont have my phone to use as a flashlight. I close the door. I run over to my room stepping in the blood and I lock my door. I want to hide under my blankets.. I see this flashlight on my desk.. I never put that there.. I grab the flashlight on my desk, go back to the closet and open the door.. There are spider webs everywhere here. As I walk through the closet, I step on a loose board. I didn’t think anything of it until I started to smell the scent again.. It comes from this loose board on the floor. I slowly grab the 

plank and pull it open.. And as to my find.. There is a body right under the plank.. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I dropped the plank and was going to get out of this closet.. Then something pulled me into the pitch black shadows of the closet. I dropped my flashlight and right as I tried to fight my way out. I was gone..

I really wanted to just leave my house. I just wanted to go and get my parents all the way in Kentucky. I wanted to call my sister for help. Then I remembered. My phone! I could call 911. The authorities could be here in a couple minutes. I call 911 and tell them my address and to come immediately. They said they would be here in 5 minutes. Then, I hear it again. Now louder. The knife scraping loudly against a wall. 

He’s coming up my stairs. He’s coming up my stairs!

I hide behind the door. 4 minutes. Whoever it is should be halfway up. It feels like an eternity. I grab my baseball bat. Anything I could use as a weapon. 3 minutes. They’re coming closer. You have to do something and you have to do something now. They’re coming to my door. The slight creaking of my door becomes an open door, and he appears. I only see him as a shadow but I know who’s at my door. 

My brother has come home. 

MMHMMMMHHHMMMMEHEHMMM I froze and started to think who or what was that!?.. I remembered, that I was home alone.  Was it my dog? Probably I answered myself.. As I started to calm down I heard another noise. MHMHMMMMMMMEHMEMM… Then I smelt something, it was of rotten eggs and sewery. I went to check on my dog and my dog rushed inside whimpering.  What is it boy, I asked? As I shut the door, I saw a shadow near my staircase. Must be the lamp I thought to myself. I smelt again but the scent the scent seemed to be stronger it reminded me of my dogs poop. What the… I noticed that the front door was open. No this cant be happening. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw something. I wanted to hide in my closet but I was frozen to the ground in fear. I tried to stay quiet, but instead I shrieked and braced myself. Then I realized that, I could hide under the couch and hope it would go away. So I made a break for it but instead of running, I crept toward the noise. The sound started again but stopped, as if it was noticing my presence. Then it appeared it it was…. A creepy baby. . . The baby giggled, then the baby stepped into the light. WAANA PLAY!! AHHHHHHHH! I screamed! And that was that.

                                                                                     THE END

RrRrRrrrrR!HELLO IS SOMEONE THERE?What was that?Was that my dog.It sounded like my door.Is someone in my house?No, there's no one here. I'm home alone.My mom is at dinner with her friends.So then who was that?But what if it is an intruder…What is that smell? It smells like something is burning.OH NO!It reminds me of when my old house caught on fire.Why is something on in the kitchen?The tea kettle was on.I never put that there.Is someone in my house.I need to lock the doors.Ok I locked the doors.Im going to grab my phone and call my mom.Where’s my phone?OH NO!I'm going to look for my phone.I think I left it in the kitchen where the sound was.Is that a shadow?............BOO! AHHHHHH.”MOM” You scared me. Was that you who opened the door?NO.Then who was it?

“Strange attacks are happening across Los Angeles and we still have no explanation. Strange beings seem to be coming from the--” the reporter said as the radio fuzzed out. The connection was lost and the sound of static was the only thing left. I still did not understand, the power was out and the radio should not have been working… 

The crashing of pots and pans was coming from the kitchen. I walked out the door and slowly crept down the hall, holding my breath. My hand reached into my pocket and grabbed my pocket knife. I walked closer to the kitchen putting my back to the wall. I pulled the blade out of my pocket knife and stepped forward prepared to defend myself.

I was left. Home. Afraid...My parents have left me home. It was raining. I was up in my bedroom. It was on the second floor. Raining loud. If there was any sound, I'm sure no-one could hear it but me. Suddenly I heard something break. “Did something break in? Was it my parents?” I ran down the stairs to see a door. The restroom door... Something was in it. I saw a lady hanging...Right in front of my eyes. She was crying loudly. Screaming “HELP ME-” Multiple...Multiple times… I was terrified. “M-Mom- I-Is that you?” As I got closer to the door. The door shut. As I opened that door quickly, nothing was there....Nothing...I looked in the room. There are multiple broken clocks. “What did this mean..?” I thought. Blood. Blood was splattered on the wall. There was a writing that had a japanese symbol on it…It was: 

I didn’t know what it meant...At this point, I think I should call the police...Or should I explore? I ran outside to see a beautiful cherry tree...That’s strange...My mom never planted a tree outside... There was paper on the tree. A single page...Or something. I walked closer to it. It was a drawing of a woman with a long neck...She was biting someone’s neck...Her hair was long, and was black… It was in my house...My exact house layout...Maybe this is a prank. I walked down stairs to see that it was my bedroom..? Wait...My bedroom is upstairs...I slowly walked into my strange “Bedroom” from downstairs...When I walked into the room, there was water...It flooded up to my feet. It was cold… It smelled like wet dew...I walked into my bedroom...It looked the same. I ran downstairs to see the bathroom where that strange woman was hanging. Nothing was in there...Not even the blood...Is this deja vu? I must be having hallucinations... I looked around the house as I walked into the water...Hearing each step...Creaking...Then..It was that screaming again. “WH-WHO ARE YOU?” I shouted. I ran into the living room. I saw mannequins... Maybe it was about- 10 mannequins? Maybe more...It was placed all over the room. I’ve never seen these before…Did my mom get them…? Suddenly, I saw a mannequin move slightly. As I got close, a mannequin got closer to me. I freaked out- I slowly stepped back, and felt someone behind me. “あなたの後ろに....” Someone whispered in my ear....

Screaming…

Slam I awoke with a start. I got out of bed and I heard it start clicking from downstairs. As I headed down stairs I could smell cake. I got down stairs, I could see the back door open a crack. Then I heard a sound that sent chills down my spine, tick tick tick then nothing. I hope my mom is at home soon . I saw some white stuff on the table  .Then I headed to the back door. It opens, creek. Happy birthday!

With a jolt, I stand up straight. The sounds of a loud bang go through  my ears. Processing, my mind was telling me that it was a gunshot. Perhaps, maybe a small explosion even. I felt my breath get heavy. I was trying to tell myself it could just be the sound of a tire popping, after all it was hard to see...but why would somebody be driving nearby at this hour? How did the tire even pop? More paranoid thoughts as such filled my mind with possibilities. As my mind ran around ideas endlessly, I suddenly stopped. The thin scent of gasoline filled my senses. Gasoline, and smoke. The line of thoughts continued, I shook them away just as quickly. Deciding to go to the kitchen for some water, I noticed a small detail. Funny, how something so little, something so simple, can stop one’s heart in its tracks. There’s a chair in the middle of the room. Facing me, I feel a soft chill run down my back. I simply-- put the chair back. Forget the water, I go to the bathroom. In an attempt to open the door, yet it remained closed. As if somebody locked it, I shook the door handle. Yet nothing opened. As I walked away, my mind entered a rabbit hole. Every. Single. Door. Is. Locked. Trapped. I had no keys, so I returned to the kitchen. The chair reappeared in the center of the kitchen. I inched closer, and a deep dread is all I could feel. I took a deep breath.

Something was burning,  the chair had fallen over,                                                                              exhale.

I woke up, and it was 1:45 a.m. It was hard to see, the only thing clear in my vision was the shadow of an office chair.

Huh? Weird.. I brush it off and continue with the activity. After those few minutes of rebel I quickly run back upstairs and into my room to feed my bird, cookie. 

“It’s 12. The cemetery. It’s 12. The cemetery. “ Cookie repeats word after word. She only repeats words that I say, and these words have never came out of my mouth. A swift sound pierces my ears… thump..thump..thump! A shiver runs down my spine as I get an unsettling feeling in my stomach. ‘ It’s 12. The cemetery. It’s 12. The cemetery.’ On and on. What is going on? I try to make myself better by watching my favorite comfort show. About an hour goes by before I hear the final sound that pulls my last straw. As I’m going down the stairs, step by step… “It’s 12. The cemetery. It’s 12. The cemetery “ Cookie screams in a distance. I tumble downstairs and turn on all the lights. I quickly search around, every nook and cranny there is of the living room. A still path of wet foot prints lead the the basement. WHAT? If I was crazy I would decide to go down there. I shiver with fear and quickly run upstairs. “It’s 12. The cemetery. It’s 12. The cemetery “  Why on earth would she be saying this? What is going on. I brain storm ideas of why she might be saying this. I should research. I Snatch my laptop off my desk and into my lap,and aggressively start smashing the keys. Google says that parrots only repeat things. This means that.. Maybe it was someone else who told her this. The knot in my stomach grows bigger and bigger. Think. 

12, The cemetery, she said. I live right down the road of a cemetery. It’s only 11:30 pm, so maybe I get to the cemetery at 12? If I walk to the cemetery, by the time I get there it must be 12. I layer my clothes sweater after sweater, ensuring warmth. I grab my bb gun, in case anything happens. Halfway down the road I see the same wet foot prints. I start a slow jog, so I can get there faster. Once I make it.. A big tombstone snatches my attention. It reads.. Jenna Kim, 1960-1995.  My Mother? A salty liquid fills my eyes and a heavy weight is dropped on my chest. What Is going on? I run back home. Down to the basement. A dark trail of blood runs down the stairs. I hear low whinging, followed by low squelching. I turn on the light of the basement, and there lies… My mother. I scream with fear and sprint up stairs to my room. Cookie is gone, and her cage is open. I check the time, It reads 1:08AM. Next to it says the date. October 5th, 2050. There’s no way this is real? What is going on? Did I time travel or something? My nose runs snot, and I snatch a tissue from the box. I stare into the mirror to check how I look, but an unfamiliar thing stares back at me. Wrinkles. Droopy eyes, and worst of all… bald. This isn’t me. I touch my face in disbelief. A 12 year old to 60? 

Creaaak.. I look behind me and.. Mom?

I was never the same. I aged from 12 to 60 and died at age 80. 

It’s gone. It disappeared. What the hell was that? I went back upstairs after investigating the window. It wasn’t broken, so the crash must’ve come from somewhere else. I get into bed holding the pistol, but I can’t sleep. I’m still frightened by it. Where could it have gone? That’s when I heard something behind me. It was the thing, looking into my soul. I was fast enough to shoot before it killed me. *BLAM* It’s dead, for good now. I’m safe. I go back to sleep, knowing I’m safe now.

Mrs. Luker

English 7/Period ____

7 October 2021

Home Alone

CRASH! I sat up straight in my bed as I just woke up from my deep slumber. I was home alone after my family went on a trip. I instantly regretted the decision to watch a horror movie while I was alone. I grabbed my .45 caliber pistol and walked around the house with my dog. The first thing I went to was the bathroom. My dog started growling and I started praying out loud. As I walked into the bathroom I caught the scent of blood and a deep breathing sound. Man I hpe I make out of this alive I thought. The toilet was gurgling and was very red. I was very frightened when I saw the mirror was broken. Then I saw a little girl in the mirror as I fired the gun.

BANG! I looked back at the mirror and the little girl was still there. She started cackling and that’s when I noticed my dog stopped growling. I saw him lying there, witha bloody knife in his throat. I dashed to the kitchen which was eerily lit by candles. Who lit these, and why? The cackling started again and weirdly accompanied by a heartbeat. It started getting louder and louder. I felt as if I could only scream, but I didn’t. I decided to kill this thing no matter how hard it took. I got the hatchet from the wall along with my pistol. That’s when I heard the organ.

Slowly I moved towards the old organ that belonged to my grandparents. There was the little girl again and her dress was covered in blood. The blood of my dog I supposed. Creepily she started up the Funeral March by Chopin and started cackling again and I discovered the hearbeat was from  my dog’s heart she took out and reanimated it and she was using it as a metronome or something because she played on the beat with the heart. Enraged, I emptied my pistol. She just looked shocked and she started cackling again. I hacked at her with my hatchet. Then it was her turn to attack and she went for my throat. I was losing air and I faded away into black.

“Ok, the jokes are over, come out wherever you are!” I said, sounding a bit squeak. 

I raised my toy lightsaber, ready for what I might encounter.  Turning on my lightsaber, I got closer to the balloon.  Every nerve in my body, every bone, told me to go hide and call someone.  But, there was this voice in the back of my head, something that told me to go toward the red balloon.  Suddenly, the lights flicker out, and the only light I have is the light from my toy lightsaber.  Then, the lights flicker on again, and I feel a shadow behind me, hear a breath behind me.  I slowly turn around and find what was taunting me, what was haunting me...and scream.

It was silent, until I heard it. A loud boom had shook the whole house. It rattled the photos and items on the wall. Then I heard it again, this time it sounded like it was right behind me. I thought to myself this was my sister. I called out her name and there was no response. She wasn’t home. As I slowly walked up the stairs there was a smell,  Rosewater. At the top of the stairs the smell was so overwhelming, I thought back to the time when I spilled Rosewater everywhere. I slowly walked into the master bedroom. I felt I cold draft when I walked into the room, the windows weren't open. Thoughts raced through my head, Am I dreaming? What is happening, I need to go downstairs! I took a deep breath and took two steps but it felt like I couldn’t move. I turned around and ran to the closest. But before I closed the closest door I looked in the mirror, everything was odd and then I saw it, RUN! I could feel my feet moving but nothing was happening. The coldness gew. “HELP” I yelled but no sound came out. I spirited to the closest and sat down. I heard loud footsteps and screamed for help again. 'What are you doing in there?’ I jumped up and hugged my sister. When I was walking out of the room I looked in the mirror again, It was gone. 

It was late Friday night. Friday the 13th. Kids at my school say that weird things happen on Friday the 13th, but I never believed them until tonight. I was home alone, sitting on the couch watching a movie, when I heard strange dripping sounds coming from the upstairs bathroom. 1, 2, 3, 4 drips. I thought to myself, What was that? Was that it? Is someone here? I buried my self under a bunch of blankets with only my eyes and up visible. I didn't bother investigating, The drips stopped and I thought that was it. My movie ended and I smelled an out of the ordinary smell. The smell of roses filled the air. It's weird that we don't have a garden though I thought. As I smelled the roses I remembered my mom. She loved flowers. Sadly she mysteriously died about a month ago. No one knows how. A tear rolled down my face when I noticed a trail of water  coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was in a separate room right behind the kitchen but I knew something was wrong. Questions raced through my mind,  is someone there? What is that? What should I do? Whatś going to happen next? I covered my face with my blanket and took my phone, which was right next to me. I need to call my friend. She always knows what to do, even if she didn't she could at least be there for me. But wait, what if whoever is there hears me. I held up my phone not high enough, just enough for me to see. And instead I texted her. The next few minutes were silent. I was suspicious of the stillness so I slowly started to lower my blanket from my head.Thats when I saw him. A tall, strange man was inside. He wore a mask over his face with a red rose painted on the side.he sat on the stairs staring into space. On his side I noticed a pistol. He didn't see me so I covered my face again . I breathed so heavy I was worried that at any second he would kill me then and there. Knock knock knock. The knocks on the door had a small melody. I knew exactly who that was. My friend and I have a secret knock so we know who it is and that was it. The man stood up and opened the door. Immediately sensing something was wrong my friend asked, ¨W-who are y-ou?¨ she asked nervously. They said nothing, all he did was take his gun and shoot her like it was nothing. The worst part was that I saw everything through the window . She lay motionless. Again i covered my face as the man came toward me. Everything was quiet so I slowly uncovered my face again. ¨AUGHHHHH!¨ they man was standing right over me. The last thing I remember was nothing. I was knocked out.

I was at St.John's hospital, hearing the heart monitor slowly increase. The smell of get-well cupcakes is overwhelming. My cousin, Tegan, was on the hospital bed, taking rapid intakes of breaths. My aunt sat beside her, urging her to hold on. Tegan had a sickness for 6 year that no doctor could cure. Today, the sickness had spread to her heart. Finally, the heart monitor made it’s announcement that my cousin was dead. My aunt sobbed hysterically as a tear traced down my cheek.

A soft click brought me back to the real world. I turned the corner and found the dining room light on. I had, for sure, not turned the light on. Oh my gosh, my mind shrieked, It wasn’t me. I realized something was really wrong. I am not alone. I turned the light off and went back to the couch. I heard the click again and I discovered that the light was turned back on.

I take a deep breath and go to the dining room. I walk slowly, letting the light of the full moon take over me. I look at the dining room table and discover a cold and rotten meal of beef, rice, and salad. My cousin Tegan’s favorite meal. I shudder and scoot away. NO, my mind tells me, FIND OUT WHAT IT IS BEFORE THE SUN RISES. I take a deep breath again, letting the oxygen fill my mind. 

I turn off the lights and catch a breath.

A dead girl is on the floor.

Tegan is on the floor.

I creep forward and touch her. My hand goes right through her. Ok, I think, It’s just a projection. A practical joke. Just as I am about to walk away, I hear a creak of the floorboards. I slowly turn around and fall to the floor.

Tegan stands over me, her ghostly features lighting up the room in an eerie glow. She smiles an impossibly huge grin. She tilts her head, still smiling, and reaches her thin fingers towards my neck.

“Hello, Samara.” she whispers.

Then she lunges to me, her icy hands wrapping around my neck and squeezing impossibly tight.

“Say hello to my friends.”

It was the absolute scariest thing in my entire life. “AHHHH!!” As I hear that from the bathroom, I get very scared and I hide in this little compartment inside my couch. I thought to myself what I would do if something really was in my house. Or if it was just my brother talking to him and got scared of something. I smelled chocolate baking and that smelt really good but I was still scared and kinda confused why I was so insanely scared. This reminded me of my mom baking and I was scared so I called very quietly. I wasn’t sure of calling because it would have been loud, but I did because I needed mental health AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.  I finally got out because I was the boss of the house because I realized my brother went with my parents and I went to see what was happening and all I saw was my back door slowly start to creek open and I said, Oh heck nah. BUT! I wanted to go investigate the apparent problem to me. I think? So I went into the kitchen and saw a slight sight of purple on the wall so I slowly backed away and grabbed a gun. So then I wasn’t scared at all. So I started walking closer and I shot the purple ish blob that I saw and that was not something to mess around because it was big so I shot that thing again in head and it finally went away. And of course now I have a story to tell to my family as they walk in the door with my two dogs and the rest of my immediate family. 

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”

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.

“The gods will be pleased by the one that can not sleep, for they are the reaper that will bring despair, the victims of this one will be not dead, just merely stuck with being undead, the person will reap their souls, and make them lifeless with only skin and bone” 

All of a sudden they looked directly at me, and a familiar scent filled the room, like the hospital, the hospital where I watched someone get murdered by a dark entity, and just like that it was gone. Suddenly I was there again, I wanted to run, I wanted to hide, but I was paralyzed, and could not do anything. I wanted to shout, I wanted to do something, but nothing was happening, then the piano started to play again, I snapped out of the trance, and looked at the piano, there was no more ghosts, there was not more playing, there was no more singing, maybe I was imagining it I said to myself, everything will be ok. I walk over to my dog, and try to calm myself down, everything will be ok, i'm just going crazy, i'm just seeing things. Then the entity was over me, I felt time itself being slowed down, while the entity was moving at a normal pace. A blade went through my back, and the thing started chanting in what seemed to be ancient Greek. I felt myself fall, but I could still see myself getting impaled by the blade. The last thing I saw before I descended into the darkness, I saw my body engulf in light, while the thing said in perfect English, “may the body get reborn, as the soul had become corrupted” and I blacked out.

 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.

Based on a true story

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. 

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.

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

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

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.

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... 

               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. 

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. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

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...

“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.

“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.”

*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..

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.”

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.

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…..

“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.

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!

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. 

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.

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.

The End

“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...

“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!”

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

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… 

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.

“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.

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.

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