Rad
Old Name: Zencidal
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He Was There...
I woke up, strange headlights hitting my face through my bedroom window. I look at the time still sleepy and confused to see it's 4:00am and a unknown car outside. I just lay back down and think it's my dad back from his late night out with this borrowed car while his old one was in the repair shop. It was me and my mom home alone.
It wasn't my dad...
A very loud knock hit the door that almost made me jump up, I hear my mom coming down the stairs, I press myself against the door to hear what's going on. I hear her unlocking the door and opening it.
I hear her soft voice say "hello" she was probably still half asleep. then it turned to complete silence. I was still against the door trying to listen but it was only footsteps... slow footsteps one by one, step by step. I got a cold feeling and wanted to go check.
I opened the door and saw the lights on near the stairs. I let out a small voice "mom", The response was complete silence. I slowly go down stairs, both arms on the rails and crazy thoughts running through my head.
I walk into the living room, it was pitch black and couldn't see anything. The front door was still opened and a unknown car still parked outside.
I try to get myself to the light switch right before I turn it.....
I feel something wet on the light switch, I touch it and bring it to my face. to see what it was, it was pitch black but....
It smelled like blood. To be continued.
This was a short story I had in my head and wanted to write it out. give me feedback, did you like it, did you hate it? should I make more. should I not?
I woke up, strange headlights hitting my face through my bedroom window. I look at the time still sleepy and confused to see it's 4:00am and a unknown car outside. I just lay back down and think it's my dad back from his late night out with this borrowed car while his old one was in the repair shop. It was me and my mom home alone.
It wasn't my dad...
A very loud knock hit the door that almost made me jump up, I hear my mom coming down the stairs, I press myself against the door to hear what's going on. I hear her unlocking the door and opening it.
I hear her soft voice say "hello" she was probably still half asleep. then it turned to complete silence. I was still against the door trying to listen but it was only footsteps... slow footsteps one by one, step by step. I got a cold feeling and wanted to go check.
I opened the door and saw the lights on near the stairs. I let out a small voice "mom", The response was complete silence. I slowly go down stairs, both arms on the rails and crazy thoughts running through my head.
I walk into the living room, it was pitch black and couldn't see anything. The front door was still opened and a unknown car still parked outside.
I try to get myself to the light switch right before I turn it.....
I feel something wet on the light switch, I touch it and bring it to my face. to see what it was, it was pitch black but....
It smelled like blood. To be continued.
This was a short story I had in my head and wanted to write it out. give me feedback, did you like it, did you hate it? should I make more. should I not?