I was in my kitchen when I heard a faint whisper. I thought to myself I'm not alone. I went up stairs and I smelt something rotten, like something is old. The smell reminds me of mold or spoiled milk. I realized my bed sheets were dirty, smelly and all over the ground and the last time I was in my bedroom they were not gross and crusty like that. I thought to myself someone is in the house with me, but I'm home alone. I have to get out of here. I whispered to myself. I slowly walked downstairs and hid in the bathroom. The only thing in there to keep me safe was a plunger. A very gushy plunger. So I walked back up stairs and I walked into my room to see if anything was peculiar. The door slammed behind me and the lights turned off. I was pitch black and the only thing I could see was a tall shadow in front of me. I was sweating so hard I almost fainted. I remembered I had my phone in my pocket and I slowly took it out and  called 911. I crawled under my bed and scraped my knees and they were all bloody. They were bright red almost like a raspberry color. The cops came and they turned on the lights and the window what open wide and till this day know one knows what happened.

Sorry!           

My mom and dad had just left to go on vacation. I am 18 years old and home alone.It’s the middle of the day and all is well until I hear a muttering sound coming from the basement. So naturally i go to check.I go to check and see that my mom and dad just left the radio on. So I turn it off and go back upstairs.

An hour later I smell something vile in the basement. Kind of like burning plastic, not very good. Or maybe kind of like raw eggs just splattered on the ground, not a very good smell so I went to check what the smell was and for some reason there was this icky yellow substance so I cleaned it up and went upstairs. When I went back up something felt… off. But I just brushed it off and sat back on the couch.

I reach for the remote but it’s not there. I remember that I definitely put it right there earlier when I was watching TV.so im looking all over I ask myself where could it have been. And then I hear mumbling coming from the attic. So I go get my dad’s gun and carefully creep into the attic. When I get up into the attic there’s nothing but a racoon. So I calm myself down and hit it with my baseball bat and bring it outside.

But I still hear mumbling so I go deeper into the attic and find a man made out of fog sitting in the corner of the room. I say loudly “I HAVE A GUN AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT SO GET OUT OF MY HOUSE” after I say that he just disappears. I feel tired like I really want to just… take a long… nap. 

I wake up and the man is right there and he is in a weird looking room made out of steel. I know i'm not at home anymore… right. I say “LET ME GO BACK HOME”

The man says in a very deep despair inducing voice “y o u  a r e  h o m e” and he opens the big steel door behind and i see… my basement

And the man goes inside of my mouth and I fall… asleep… again.

“Aida?! Is this your idea of a sick joke?!” I yelled at her. All she did was stand there and laugh. Then, she grabs her chin, and pulls off her face. The face comes off with a mushy, low sound.

“Are you a-AHHHHHH” I said.

All the kids at the campfire started screaming and laughing. 

“So I’m guessing you liked my story?” I said with a smirk.

moments later the mysterious sound came back. What is this weird sound I thought? Is there a ghost or a goblin, maybe even a warlock that sneaked into my house?  No those creatures don’t even exist I laughed to myself. Then I smelt a musky smell. Where have I smelt this before? When I scraped my knee. But what does it smell like when you scrape your knee? Blood!