Library, the

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

A boy fears noises from downstairs and the darkness in his room.

I awoke in the middle of the night. It was dark and silent within my bedchamber, this only being changed by the rapid flashes of lightning, followed by the low, monstrous cacophony of thunder.
I heard a sudden thud. I didn’t know whether to hide, or to risk calling out to my parents. Eventually deciding that I had simply imagined that heart-stopping sound, I just lay there watching the lightning throw the shadows of skeletal branches across the length of my bedchamber; and my parents would be asleep.
The storm was beginning to pass and my eyes were starting to close as I allowed myself to be pulled into a dream, when the thud came again to my ears. Then, in spite of my fear I tiptoed downstairs. When I was almost at the bottom of the mountainous staircase, I saw a light shining under the door of our library.
Stepping down from the final step I heard the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor. This chilling sound came from the library.
It was a long time before I found the courage to make my tense movements towards the room from which all the harrowing noises had come - my heart pounding with such ferocity that I would surely die, and everything became deathly silent as I quietly opened the door.
My legs were shaking and my heart beating so hard that it began to hurt my chest. I moved quietly into the room, where the fire was in full blaze. I noticed one of our finest whiskey glasses lying cracked, its contents now staining the floor; then the sight I was most dreading. I saw my father sitting down and then, the hand that rested upon the arm of the great chair, slid lifelessly to the side of the chair. I was frozen to the spot. Click. The door to the library closed. I stood staring into the blazing fire. There came the sound of slow deliberate steps.
A sharp pain.

Submitted: September 11, 2009

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ok, really good. You are good at writing horror stories :) Its kinda creepy. good pictures. It is short, but good. It don't need it be longer. It is perfect like that :p

Fri, September 11th, 2009 7:15pm


Thank you. I know it's short, but so is Hills Like White Elephants by Hemmingway. Not comparing myself to Hemmingway. Just saying :~)

Sat, September 12th, 2009 12:18pm


To be really honest, I really like this!
And you say you are not comparing yourself to Hemmingway. I have a cousin published a few books and she and others deemed her as him but in woman form.

Wed, September 16th, 2009 5:31pm


Thanks Jelica.
I am turning the other short story on here (the coach house) in to a novel.

Fri, September 18th, 2009 4:16am


This is a nice story, especially considering how few words you needed to use to carry the reader from start to finish. The ending fit perfectly with the feel of the story.

For improvements, perhaps consider reducing the usage of unnecessary words like "that" and "just". I find myself doing the same thing, adding filler words to stories. The search function from my word processor proves to be quite helpful for finding filler words. A quick rewrite usually exercises the beasts quite nicely. ;)

Great job and keep up the good work! :)


Sat, September 19th, 2009 4:50pm


I really liked this! Your imagery was astounding, like when you wrote "low, monstrous cacophony of thunder." I can truly say I felt like I was actually in the story, and surely am going to read more of your work!

Fri, October 2nd, 2009 9:45pm

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