"Scrrratch. Scrrrratch"
Scanning the room, I try to decipher where the scratching noise is coming from, but I can't tell till I get off of the bed and walk around. I discover the closer I get to the closet, the louder it gets. Opening the door, I scan the empty space and then hear it again.
I'm satisfied for the moment that nothing is going to burst through the wall, when I take a few seconds further to inspect it and ultimately decide that it's safe. Just to make sure, I put my ear to the wall and jump back startled when it sounds like something impacts with the other side and I feel the wall shake.
Right at that very moment my mom walks in, “Where are you?” I hear her rummaging in my drawers and it makes me start to get aggravated.
Should I go with my parents? Or just deal with it and stay home like any other normal teenager. Thinking about it, I realize that it isn't really all that bad. After all, I am 13 and it isn't a big deal. I look down and see Bubba pushing my door open slowly with his big head. He bounces over to me and licks my foot. The whole time I keep picturing one of those cartoon dogs bouncing along, going "Boingy, boingy, boingy." When he is done, he curls up on my bed and falls asleep. Looking at him sleeping sweetly, I just know that having him around won't be much good. If someone decides to break into the house, he would just lick them and demand attention. Working up the courage to do this, I go in and tell my mom, “Becky just called and she can't c
It's late afternoon when my brother Billie walks into my room carrying something behind his back. He has a smirk on his face and says, "Guess what I have for you?"Shrugging my shoulders, I ask excitedly "What?"Pulling it from behind his back, he shows me the doll cradled in his arms. Now this isn't just any doll, it's a Charlie McCarthy ventriloquist doll. If you don't know what that is, you need to get your head out of the your butt and look it up.He hands it to me and right away I get this feeling that this doll isn't just a doll. I examine it closer and strip it of it's top hat, monocle and tuxedo. Underneath, the body is made up of cloth and a soft stuffing inside. His arms and legs flop around very easily and yet it intrigues me even more wh
"Anna" I hear as soft as a whisper and then a scraping noise coming from my closet. Cautiously uncovering my head, I am so scared that I feel myself shivering, but I still climb out of bed and stand up. Hearing the scraping noise again, I take a step in the general direction of the closet. However, when I hear my name again being called, I run back to the security of my covers and hide underneath them. Shaking uncontrollably, I stay under the covers and listen carefully for any sounds. What I hear next chills me to the bone and I find myself peeing the bed. Next to me, I feel a slight disturbance in the air flow and then I hear it. "Anna." A distinctely male voice screeches. It hurts my ears because it is so close and when I end up covering them with my hands, it pulls the covers off of me quickly. Revealing the source of the sound, my heart stops for a beat and then I black out. Waking
I start to rifle through the old musty smelling box of books that had been left on my porch, when I notice a little children’s book. I see the symbol of the Golden Children’s Books printed on it, then a little sticker on the binding indicating that it belongs to the library catches my eye. Examining it closer, the pages are bent back and discolored, but the book is still in suitable condition. My nails peel at the tape as I fidget and try to figure out what to do next.Taking a deep breath, I open the cover to discover that there is a single name on the inside. Nelli Stillson. Looking over the name and tracing it with my fingers I wonder how the book found its way into this box.“Should I return it to the library or to the little girl? Most likely the library has written it off a while ago as missing and bought a new one. So perhaps I will find the little girl’s family and return it to he
We continue the rest of the tour until we come to the stairs. “Upstairs, is Nelli’s part of the house. She has her own library, a playroom, a gaming room, an indoor pool and anything else she needs up here. You will notice that she doesn’t ever come downstairs. It’s just best that way. Now let’s go meet her. I do ask one thing. Don’t ever directly look into her eyes. It tends to upset her. She also might be quite sleepy because it is getting close to her bedtime.” “Ok. Sure.” I give him this not so happy smile as I am not sure after all this that suddenly I want to meet her. Something is quite off about all of this. By now the hairs are pricking the back of my neck so hard that I could swear I was shocked with an electrical current. Suddenly I see a flash run down the stairs and to the front door. I look at Mr. Stillson shockingly as he falls backwards and topples a couple steps
Emily glances up at the sun shining brightly off the windows and decides today is the day. She will get her friend Jenna to go geocaching with her and get her addicted to it as much as she is. After all, Jenna needs to get over Aaron. She has been so upset about her fiancé dumping her at their wedding, that she just doesn't want to do anything with Emily. So, she must take matters into her own hands. "How do I persuade her to come with me? I have it all set up. I just have to find a way to make Jenna want to. Maybe I could tell her that sometimes I find unusual things that are interesting. I can tell her about the time that I opened a Altoids tin and a diamond ring was hidden inside." &
Jessie wakes up and looks out the window to find a powdering of pure white snow on the ground with big fluffy chunks coming down. How beautiful! She thinks to herself. She wondered why it had been so cold the night before. Originally it was only supposed to get down to 45 degrees. However, when she woke up in the middle of the night and had to pull up her blanket, she knew it had gotten far colder. Now if she could just make herself go out and enjoy it. That would be amazing, especially considering she has an extreme case of agoraphobia. She hadn't been outside her home for 6 years and she knows full well that it has been too long. As she stares out the window watching the flakes swirl through the air, she wonders if the neighbor kids will be going to school today. After all, usually they call a snow day for the first day of snow at the beginning of the new school year. She always en
From the very moment I stepped foot into this old farmhouse, I felt a dark presence that emanated from every corner. At first, I thought it was just in my head and because I was afraid of the dark it messed with my senses allowing paranoia to set in. The truth of the matter was much worse though. Running out of options, I bought the place because it was dirt cheap, and someone had just abandoned it, so they sold the old place within a few days. If I remember right, the closing was within a week of seeing the house in the first place. That should have been the very first indicator of a problem, but I was too blind to see it till later. My husband at the time, believed in things that went bump in the night but wasn’t as scared as I have always been, so he would tend to make fun of me, even though he had never seen things like I had. The minute I took one look at this beautiful old farmhouse with original hard wood floors and that it