Man Across the Street

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When you look threw a telescope you never know what you will see.

I was at school when my mom told me we were moving. We always moved every summer for 6 years, I was 9 when we first started all this. I am now 15, and I am the man of the house since my dad past away when I was 7. When I got home she had everything packed. It was just me and my mom, so I had to be the one to move all the stuff in the trailer. It was easy for me to pack and unpack all of our stuff.

We finally got to our house in Montero, CO. It was a 4-5 hour drive from our old house. When we pulled in the drive way our neighbor, named Tom, was standing by our door with some type of fruit basket. He was a skinny man who looked kind of creepy at first. After about 3 weeks he asked out my mom. I was okay with it because he was nice and I knew he would make my mom happy. After about 4 months they got married, and I know that it soon and that is what made me mad. Once that happened, the shock of having a stepdad made me very quite and I would spend a lot of time in my room with my telescope looking at stars and other stuff in the night sky.
The house Tom lived in eventually got sold to another guy. That night I was fast asleep when a loud BANG woke me up. I heard the noise come from outside and I looked out my window to see the neighbor moving in. I looked at my watch to see the time; it was 1:43am. I thought how strange it was to be moving in at midnight. It made me suspicious and I kept an eye on him the whole night while looking threw my telescope. As I was looking at him I felt disturbed by what I saw. I thought I saw what looked like bodies wrapped in a white sheet with blood stains on them. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night and I thought I would tell my mom in the morning.
When morning hit I quickly went down stairs to tell my mom what I saw. “Mom, you will never believe what I saw last night.” I said with an anticipated voice. “What did you see Michael?” She said. Before I told her, I thought that I should make sure what I saw was correct. I didn’t want my mom to think I was crazy or something. “Never mind, it’s not important anymore.” I lied. “Well, okay. Go get ready for school. We are leaving in 10.” My mom never took me to school I always had to walk so I don’t know why she would say that. As I walking up the stairs I heard a knock at the door. It was the man from across the street, the one who I thought I saw with the bodies.
“Michael.” My mom called. I came down stairs to find the man standing in the doorway. “Michael, this is Roger. Roger this is my 15 year old son, Michael.” I didn’t say much to him. He kept trying to ask me questions and I just responded by nodding, ‘yes’ or ‘no’. After about 3 minutes I walked out the door and walked to school. I kept looking back to see if he was following me. All I saw was the empty streets, not even a car passed by. When I got to school all I could think about was what could be in those sheets? Could it really be bodies or could it be animals? What I did know for sure was that those stains were blood and I had to find out.
When I got home my mom was still at work. I heard Tom in the kitchen and walked in to find him making supper for when mom get’s home. I asked him about the Roger, and what he talked to mom about. Apparently he didn’t know that and he was curious himself. He asked me how long they talked, and I just said that I didn’t know. It was quiet after that, but when my mom got home it got even quieter. I went up to my room after dinner.
I wanted to spy on Roger some more to see what he was doing. And if I could spot whatever it was I saw that night to see what it really was. I knew the only way I could find out for sure would be to go over there. So I decided to stake out the house and find the best way in to the basement which is where the bags are. I started looking around to try and spot him, I was looking everywhere around the house when all of a sudden I spotted him. He was just standing in the window with the light off. He was just looking directly at me. Than he was gone, it all happened so fast that I couldn’t sleep.
The next morning I walked down stairs to find…….Roger. “Good morning, Michael.” Roger said. I didn’t say anything back. “Did you get a great night sleep?” He said with a grin on his face. I looked at my mom in shock as to why he was in our house. “Michael, I am making some toast. Do you want some?” My mom said trying to change the subject. I just shook my head no and walked out the door like I was going to school. I had to hurry because I didn’t know when he would be at my house.
When I got to his house I noticed that all the doors were locked; even the windows were bolted shut. I ran around to the back where the window to the basement was open. I opened the basement window and crawled in. I looked around in the basement, and all I saw was bags. The stench was really bad. I had my flashlight in my hand and I turned it on. I walked over to one of the bags and ripped it open to find out what was in the bag. It turns out that it was an animal. Just as I was about to leave I heard a door close. I panicked and hid behind one of the bags.
When I did that I felt what was a hand touching the back of my head. I screamed a little bit and covered my mouth as I heard footsteps coming down to the basement. “That kid saw everything. How am I going to kill him with out killing his parents? Ill just kill them all.” Roger said. As he was saying this he was grabbing a bag to take upstairs. I didn’t know what he was going to do all I know is that I needed to get out of there and call the cops. Once I heard the basement door shut I quickly got up and ran to the window where I came in from, but the window wasn’t opening. It was stuck, and I had no other way to get out except for going threw the house.
I knew if I stayed here he would find me eventually and I would be dead. I had to take the risk and go threw the house. I slowly crept up the basement stairs. Every step seemed to get louder as the flooring was old wood. When I got to the top I heard his voice. It sounded close so I didn’t move a muscle. After about 5 seconds he stopped talking and I slowly opened the door, making a screeching noise as it crept open. When I got it open I could see the front door about 10 feet in front of me. I knew I had to make a break for it. I ran as fast as I could running straight for the door. When I got there I tried to open it and it wouldn’t budge.
“You won’t be able to open it Michael. It’s locked from the outside.” Roger said. “You have no where to go.” I got scared and turned around to see Roger holding a 6” blade. “You won’t get away with this. You might as well surrender now.” I said hoping he would let me go. “I’m sorry that this has to happen to you Michael. You have seen too much, I can’t let you go now. You could call the cops.” Roger said. “I already did. They are on there way.” I said as Roger crept closer and closer to me. He kept looking down at his knife than back up at me.
“Well if the cops are on there way than I don’t have much time…..do I?” Roger said as he stops just in front of me. He looked at his blade one last time just before you tried to stab me in my side. I dodged the first swing at me by sliding to my left. I kneed him in the stomach than threw him down on the floor. I ran to another door; it was locked. Roger quickly got up and ran after me. He tried to stab me again and this time succeeded; it launch right into my ribcage. It went at least 3 inches in. I was pined up against the wall as he was pushing it deeper and deeper into my ribcage.
There was a vase on a shelf just by me. I somehow came up with the strength to deal with the pain and grab the vase. I smashed it upside his head knocking him out. The blade was all the way in me. The pain was so unbearable. I was bleeding at a death rate and I still needed to find a way out so I can call the cops and get help. I looked all around his house and couldn’t find a single phone. As I was upstairs I saw a window open in a room. I limped as fast as I could with blood everywhere still holding my side with the blade still in it. I was afraid to take the blade out because I was afraid I would bleed to death.
There was a 15 foot drop to the ground. It was either stay here and slowly die or jump. I jumped out and hit the ground break one of my legs. In excruciating pain I found a way to crawl. When I got to the street I looked back and say Roger right behind me. He had blood dripping down his face and was pissed. He broke out a window to come after me. I had to do something. I looked at the blade still stuck in me and I knew than what I had to do.
I slowly pulled the knife out of my chest, as I was doing this I was going threw excruciating pain. When I got it out I looked up at him and he grabbed my leg dragging me violently across the yard. I was screaming in pain. I summed up the strength and stabbed him in the thigh. He let go of my foot and crawled as fast as I could. I started screaming for my mom and Tom. They heard me and came running out. Tom grabbed his shotgun and came back out and shot and killed Roger. My mom ran in the house and called the cops and ambulance. 
When I woke up in the hospital there were police officers standing around me. “Roger? Hey Roger. You awake?” Said one of the officers. I was half awake as it felt like I was high when I said, “Where are my parents?” “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law…” The Officer said to me. I kept thinking this isn’t right I am not Roger. I am Michael. They have a mistake. But when I looked in the mirror and name on the clipboard…….I was Roger. I killed Michael and his family. The doctors came in and said that the treatment was over. It turns out they gave me treatment to see exactly what Michael saw, thought, and felt.
 
(Narrator) “Roger was sentenced the death penalty, and died October 12, 2010. Michael died just two days after his birthday, he turned 16 when he died.”
 
The End.


Submitted: November 05, 2010

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mave

I do have a sugestion for you, don't base your stories on movies. Try to be original. This story remined be of about three The Rear Winow, and Fright Night are two of them. Write from you life experience, or make it up entierley. I like living in different worlds and in the heads of different people when I write. It is a challange to be to come up with somthing that is origial or strange. That all being said you are a very talanted writer, keep it up.

Sat, November 13th, 2010 12:21am

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K thank you. :)

Sat, November 13th, 2010 12:03am

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