And The Story Goes On...

Manushree

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I didn’t realize that the window was open. Or that my closet door was open. I kept hearing whispers and I kept seeing shadows. Maybe a red eye or two. I’m not scared. I’m not scared. My mind is just playing tricks on me. Being home alone is not scary. It’s just my inventive imagination. I imagine Spongebob with his “Imagination” rainbow. This brings some light in me. That is until I hear the door slam.

L.A.- I got up to look around, and, as bad as I wanted to get back in bed, I left my room to go find what made that sound. I saw someone moving down the stairs and into my living room. I went down to where they were, but they had already gotten outside.

“Hey!” I yelled at them, “Get away!”

They did as they were told, but once I had gotten back to bed, nervous and calming down enough to call the police, I heard another slam downstairs. AW- The phone rang and rang, the tones that normally set me on edge now a calming whisper. It rang. And rang. Then it picked up. I started telling my story as loudly as I dared. There was no response. Only static. I imagine Spongebob again. Not helping. I am suddenly finding it hard to forget all the horror movies I watched through my hands. If this is a horror movie, then being dumb gets you killed. Just think. Just think, and you won’t die. Horror movie protagonists would normally go and investigate. That’s dumb. Don’t do that.

GW- So I decided I would go back to my bed and hide under the covers. That was the smart thing to do. I ran into my room and under my covers. I lay there, hoping that soon my mom would come home from work, and soon I would not be alone, and everything that I am hearing and seeing will be gone, because they were just my imagination. They are just my imagination I told myself. I said it over and over and over hoping that if I said it enough, I would actually believe it.

MN- Somehow, I make it through the night, and the moment my ears hear the garage open, I rush downstairs. I don’t care that was Mom was extremely late. I’m just happy she’s finally here! I swing open the door as it slams the washing machine.

I was expecting our black SUV but instead, there’s a red car that I don’t recognize. Mom is not in this car. A man with black glasses and a black leather coat beckons to me. I know something’s not right because I run out of the house as far as I can until my feet hit the pavement. The red car is starting to pull out of my garage and I pound harder and harder on my neighbor’s door. She is nearly deaf and this is absolutely useless! my mind screams to me. Finally, I see her limping my way with her walker. I take a breath of relief and wave frantically through the door window. I’m saved! That’s what I thought. Everything gets dark and all I see is the inside of a brown bag. All I hear are my blood-curdling screams. All I feel is a firm grip around me... This piece was a group effort. I will give credit to all the writers down below. MN- Manushree Navaneethakrishnan LA- Levi Adcock GW- Gracie Walters AW-Alexander "Lexus" Williams