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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story about the things that go creak in the night


 I wake up in a cold sweat, the scream still echoing in my head.
It is pitch black.
I fumble around in the darkness, my hands desperately searching for the light switch.
I find it.
Click, click.
This small sound becoming deafening in the stony silence of the night.
No power.
I run to the window and draw back the curtains.
But the darkness is waiting for me.
There is no moon, no stars, even the street lights are off.
I withdraw quickly back to my bed, and back to the one constant In my room.
The knife under my pillow.
I hastily reach for it and soon find the comforting familiarity of the knifes handle.
And then another source of familiarity this one far less comforting, the creak of something on the stairs.
I listen intently.
Then another creak.
I start to panic, something is coming.
I search franticly along my shelves, looking for some source of light.
I am rewarded, a box of matches,thank god for pyromania.
I strike one, and wield it like a sword against the darkness.
I see my rucksack in the corner and start stuffing clothes into it.
Careful not to set anything on fire.
The flame from my match reaches my fingertips, I'm forced to drop it.
Darkness rushes back.
I strike a new one, my slightly burnt hands shaking.
I need more time. I need a distraction 
It's at the top of the stairs.
My eyes rest on a can of deodorant, perfect.
I spray a line from me to the door, and leave the can there.
It's in the hallway.
I open the window and stand on the ledge, the roof of my neighbours shed not too far away.
The door handle turns, I light another match and throw it at the flammable trail.
I jump and land hard on the shed, I have to keep moving.
I go towards my neighbours door and open it.
"Hello?" I shout.
But the only sound I hear is of the door behind me opening.

Submitted: February 12, 2015

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Victoria Quinn

A perfect tale of how the mind can play such horrendous tricks, but you put enough doubt in that it may indeed be an evil that has now followed him to his neighbors house. I love stories that challenge the reader to come up with their own answers, such as what you've awesomely don with this story.

Thu, February 26th, 2015 9:31pm


glad you liked it :) and thank you for your comment. i promise i am not said evil spirit in disguise

Mon, March 23rd, 2015 5:37am

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