I'm sitting on my bed reading the novel "The Sands of Ethryn", tired, yet not sleepy. I normally am this way at the end of the day. It's 8:00 p.m. right now.
As I turn the next page, I yawn and blink repeatedly to stay awake. Goodness. I think.
I look up when my sister comes in and lays her books on the side table near our bunk-bed. She throws herself onto the bed and groans. "I'm so tired." she says, turning over onto her back.
"Yeah." I say, continuing the page in my book. I reach over to pull the blanket over my little body when I hear a low grumble outside the window. As I listen, the rumbling continues. I put my books aside and jump off my bunk to investigate the sound outside. I'm making my way to the window and ask my sister, "Is it raining?"
"Yeah. It's going to all tomorrow and the day after." she says, flipping through a notebook of drawings. The thunder filling our silent room, I pull the blinds up. The darkness outside shocks me at first, then I adjust to the lighting and find the trees, swaying and dancing with the wind. "Wow, it's so dark." I continue to look into the pitch black world when suddenly two eyes are staring back at mine.
I see a pale, boney, face with drooping eye sockets, and an open mouth with drool dribbling from it's dangling tongue.
"Oh my word!!" I exclaim as I jump back, dropping the blinds string, my hands on my rising and falling chest. "Th-th-there's s-om-om-thing out t-th-t-there!" I scream to my sister, who was just sitting there with her notebooks. Not even looking up at me.
The blinds are still up and the ever-scaring face is still there, staring at me. A layer of mucus fog it's wildly white eyes, as they move crazily, yet never leave mine. "Ah!" I scream, jumping back again and looking for something to grab. It's outside ya' wuss! It's not going to hurt you! I tell myself. I look at my sister who is casually sitting on the bottom-bunk, looking at her notebooks. "ATE!(*) There's something out there, and you're just sitting there! We need to go tell Daddy." I say, panicky, shaking. What's wrong with
her?!
Confused, annoyed, and frightened, I grab her arm and practically jump my way to the long staircase, screaming for help, but finding none. Where is everyone? Can't they hear me?! I think, taking three long steps at a time. My sister lugs behind me as I tug on her, hard. "Come on! Come on!" I tell her. "God, you're going to have to help us here!" I pray.
As we reach the last step, my upper body leans too forward and my foot misses the floor, and I land on my knees. "Ouch." I groan, gaining back my eyesight in the dark. I look up, trying to get to my feet, and my focus meets the pale, ugly face, inches away. It's nearness shocks me. I feel it's breath and it's hunger for blood. "Aaaah! No! Help me, please!" I yell. No one comes. My sister standing behind me doing nothing. I yell again. The face's expression motionless, and stoic. I yell.
I keep yelling, I kick, I cry. No one comes.
"Stop it!" I hear from below me. "Would you quite it?!" the voice continues, clearly aggravated.
"What?" I say under my breath, shocked, and dizzy. I look around slowly. I'm in my bed, the blankets half on me, and my sister still going through her notebooks. "Was I-- dreaming...?" I ask my sister who shrugs and looks at me like I was crazy.
I look around the room, my eyes stop at the window. "Whoa. It's not raining… is it?" I ask my sister.
"No duh, Jazzy." she answers.
"Oh no." I slide under my blankets and sink deep into my bed. Unrelaxed and deffinately not sleepy.
My eyes never left the window; but then again, the eyes in the window never left me.
The End
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As I turn the next page, I yawn and blink repeatedly to stay awake. Goodness. I think.
I look up when my sister comes in and lays her books on the side table near our bunk-bed. She throws herself onto the bed and groans. "I'm so tired." she says, turning over onto her back.
"Yeah." I say, continuing the page in my book. I reach over to pull the blanket over my little body when I hear a low grumble outside the window. As I listen, the rumbling continues. I put my books aside and jump off my bunk to investigate the sound outside. I'm making my way to the window and ask my sister, "Is it raining?"
"Yeah. It's going to all tomorrow and the day after." she says, flipping through a notebook of drawings. The thunder filling our silent room, I pull the blinds up. The darkness outside shocks me at first, then I adjust to the lighting and find the trees, swaying and dancing with the wind. "Wow, it's so dark." I continue to look into the pitch black world when suddenly two eyes are staring back at mine.
I see a pale, boney, face with drooping eye sockets, and an open mouth with drool dribbling from it's dangling tongue.
"Oh my word!!" I exclaim as I jump back, dropping the blinds string, my hands on my rising and falling chest. "Th-th-there's s-om-om-thing out t-th-t-there!" I scream to my sister, who was just sitting there with her notebooks. Not even looking up at me.
The blinds are still up and the ever-scaring face is still there, staring at me. A layer of mucus fog it's wildly white eyes, as they move crazily, yet never leave mine. "Ah!" I scream, jumping back again and looking for something to grab. It's outside ya' wuss! It's not going to hurt you! I tell myself. I look at my sister who is casually sitting on the bottom-bunk, looking at her notebooks. "ATE!(*) There's something out there, and you're just sitting there! We need to go tell Daddy." I say, panicky, shaking. What's wrong with
her?!
Confused, annoyed, and frightened, I grab her arm and practically jump my way to the long staircase, screaming for help, but finding none. Where is everyone? Can't they hear me?! I think, taking three long steps at a time. My sister lugs behind me as I tug on her, hard. "Come on! Come on!" I tell her. "God, you're going to have to help us here!" I pray.
As we reach the last step, my upper body leans too forward and my foot misses the floor, and I land on my knees. "Ouch." I groan, gaining back my eyesight in the dark. I look up, trying to get to my feet, and my focus meets the pale, ugly face, inches away. It's nearness shocks me. I feel it's breath and it's hunger for blood. "Aaaah! No! Help me, please!" I yell. No one comes. My sister standing behind me doing nothing. I yell again. The face's expression motionless, and stoic. I yell.
I keep yelling, I kick, I cry. No one comes.
"Stop it!" I hear from below me. "Would you quite it?!" the voice continues, clearly aggravated.
"What?" I say under my breath, shocked, and dizzy. I look around slowly. I'm in my bed, the blankets half on me, and my sister still going through her notebooks. "Was I-- dreaming...?" I ask my sister who shrugs and looks at me like I was crazy.
I look around the room, my eyes stop at the window. "Whoa. It's not raining… is it?" I ask my sister.
"No duh, Jazzy." she answers.
"Oh no." I slide under my blankets and sink deep into my bed. Unrelaxed and deffinately not sleepy.
My eyes never left the window; but then again, the eyes in the window never left me.
The End
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