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About an eleven year old girl home alone, or is she...Happy Halloween...

Submitted: October 30, 2017

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Submitted: October 30, 2017



“The Sound”



It seemed like

a creak

from one of

the floor boards

down stairs

but was it?

The total darkness

seemed to amplify

every little sound

around her

eleven years old

and home alone

due to a sick


she knew it was

all in her head,


she heard it again

but closer now

it was just the


that caused her

localized one house


she could see

faint porch lights

from across the street

but it did very little

to light her room

just making the shadows

much more ominous

she listens very quietly

short shallow breaths

trying not to make a sound

she heard it again

not like steps

more like one step

then dragging its self

behind it

a long pause

and a another step

and then something

being pulled across

the downstairs floor

she knew where

the breakers were

in the basement

she had seen

her dad flip them

back on many times

but for her to do it

she would have to go

down the stairs

through the living room

then the kitchen

to get to the basement

and she wasn’t sure

but she thought the sound

was coming from the kitchen

she pulled the blankets

up to her neck

and tightly around her

she looked around

her bedroom

maybe she should

just hide from

whatever is moving

around downstairs

but if she moves

she’ll make noise

does it even know

that she is up the stairs

if it doesn’t

and it hears her

then what,

no cell phone

it had been taken away

for the weekend

due to poor grades

it’s probably best

just to stay still

and listen

the sound is getting


she can hear it

move up a foot

or two and then

drag something

across the floor

she can hear it now

scraping the wooden

living room floor

it can’t be human

people just don’t

walk like that

it moves closer

than scrape-----

her older sister had

told her a story

of a one legged


that only ate

the brains of

little kids

because it liked

young fresh brains

they tasted better

it had got its leg

pinned under a car

that had ran it over

and it chewed off

its own leg to get free

and when it walked

it took one step

and dragged its

chewed up leg behind it

the more she listened

she was sure

that had to be

what she was hearing,


scratchy dragging sound

it was almost across

the living room floor

it could only go

towards three places now

the front door

the garage door

or up the stairs

she holds her breath

as it decides which

way to go

and then she hears it

that familiar squeak

of someone or something

putting weight on

the bottom stair

and then a clank

the next step

and clank

she had counted

the stairs many times

there were 17 in total

another step then clank

by step number 15

she was shaking

in her bed

what if I played dead

then maybe the Zombie

wouldn’t bother to

come in to her room

wait did she close her

bedroom door

she quickly looks over

she can tell it’s open

a couple of inches

she knows she needs

to close it but she can’t

her face is covered

in a film of sweat

a large bead of sweat

runs down her cheek

and into her mouth

she can taste the salt,


it reached the top

of the stairs

she needs to close

her door right now



play dead

she is going to play dead



she’ll lie on her side

with her eyes open

if it looks like

its coming for her

then she still might

be able to run

what if it is to

horrible to look at

she might scream

maybe she should

close her eyes



no time to think

it is here

she lies on her side

eyes wide open

she can’t see the door



she holds her

breath again

she can hear something

its right outside

her door

why did it stop

does it think she

is dead


her door is opening

she can sense its presents

to late to change now

it pushes the door

wide open



the sweat is getting

in her eyes

she needs to blink

but she can’t

it will know she’s alive

she strains to keep

her eyes open



she sees something glowing

two red fiery objects

Oh my

it’s the demon eyes

of the zombie




she jumps up in her bed

just as the lights come on

to find “snowball”

the little family dog

standing before her

with its metal dog food bowl

sitting in front of her

her mom walks into her room

“We got home as soon as we could”

“Once the babysitter called”

“Your dad flipped on the breakers”

“Oh, look how cute”

“We forgot to feed little snowball”

“And she brought you her dish”

covered in dripping sweat

she just stares at snowball in disbelief

then looks at her mom

and says,

“I knew we should have”

“Got a cat”…


Tom Allen…10-27-2017…




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