Shinigami
03-08-2006, 01:35 PM
(Contains Mentioning Of Blood And Etc. So Squemish Weird People You Have Been Warned o_o
I wrote this as a piece for an English Homework. Enjoy? X]
Dead House
It is 11:55pm. The night is gloomy and only half of the moon is peeking out behind the grey clouds. You know it is a full moon, you can tell because even though the clouds cover most of the moon, you can still see the glowing outline. You are staring out of your bedroom window. You woke up with a jump when you heard a tapping sound. It was like a drumbeat, a heartbeat almost. It almost had a certain rhythm to it, but it stopped.
You look around the dark room and you decide to look out of the window. And that is what is happening at the moment. Although you had been woken up almost twenty minutes ago you sit at your window seat looking out of the window in your bedroom. What you were looking at is the problem. You realize the tapping sign is almost a sign, maybe a Morse-code message. Across the street is the ugliest looking house. And from what you can see, the ugliest figure standing outside...
It is a dark figure. The distinctive features include: the dark clothes it is wearing, its polished shoes and most of all, the scar stretching across its face from his left eye till the corner of its mouth. The scar seems to gaze upon you. You keep staring out of the window, at the figure. The stiff body stands, facing sideways. But then, it spins round. So rapidly that it comes into eye-contact with you. You bend down. Your heartbeat hastily rises. You quickly head for the door. You open it then stand in the dim hallway of your house. You are really terrified now. Afraid, frightened, fearful, paranoid, nervous, petrified. You are all of those things as you head into the kitchen. You press the light-switch quickly. You hear a buzz then a spark. The light bulb is dead. Great. You head back to your room. You look out the window carefully. The ghostly figure isn’t there.
12:01am. Wiping your forehead, you sigh a breathe of relief. But then, you start panicking once more. What if he is in your house, right now? You stare out of the window. Somehow, you can see the house opposite nearly as clear as in daytime. The house’s windows are cracked, all of them. The remaining bits of glass is covered in dust, and the door seems out of angle somehow. The grass that surrounds the house is dry, almost dead. The house seems dead itself. Surely whoever lives in the house, if anyone does is dead too.
12:03am. You are caught by surprise. While staring out the window something comes in through it, shattering the glass. You look down. Down at your left arm, then your right arm. You are frightened. Glass shards had flown into your skin, your flesh. You still stare down, moving your gaze to your feet. Dark, crimson blood is dripping on to the greenish carpet. You tilt your head sideways. You stare at the brick that had crashed through the window. It had something attached to it. A note wrapped in a piece of string. It simply read: Die.
Nick Bor. 7C.
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I wrote this as a piece for an English Homework. Enjoy? X]
Dead House
It is 11:55pm. The night is gloomy and only half of the moon is peeking out behind the grey clouds. You know it is a full moon, you can tell because even though the clouds cover most of the moon, you can still see the glowing outline. You are staring out of your bedroom window. You woke up with a jump when you heard a tapping sound. It was like a drumbeat, a heartbeat almost. It almost had a certain rhythm to it, but it stopped.
You look around the dark room and you decide to look out of the window. And that is what is happening at the moment. Although you had been woken up almost twenty minutes ago you sit at your window seat looking out of the window in your bedroom. What you were looking at is the problem. You realize the tapping sign is almost a sign, maybe a Morse-code message. Across the street is the ugliest looking house. And from what you can see, the ugliest figure standing outside...
It is a dark figure. The distinctive features include: the dark clothes it is wearing, its polished shoes and most of all, the scar stretching across its face from his left eye till the corner of its mouth. The scar seems to gaze upon you. You keep staring out of the window, at the figure. The stiff body stands, facing sideways. But then, it spins round. So rapidly that it comes into eye-contact with you. You bend down. Your heartbeat hastily rises. You quickly head for the door. You open it then stand in the dim hallway of your house. You are really terrified now. Afraid, frightened, fearful, paranoid, nervous, petrified. You are all of those things as you head into the kitchen. You press the light-switch quickly. You hear a buzz then a spark. The light bulb is dead. Great. You head back to your room. You look out the window carefully. The ghostly figure isn’t there.
12:01am. Wiping your forehead, you sigh a breathe of relief. But then, you start panicking once more. What if he is in your house, right now? You stare out of the window. Somehow, you can see the house opposite nearly as clear as in daytime. The house’s windows are cracked, all of them. The remaining bits of glass is covered in dust, and the door seems out of angle somehow. The grass that surrounds the house is dry, almost dead. The house seems dead itself. Surely whoever lives in the house, if anyone does is dead too.
12:03am. You are caught by surprise. While staring out the window something comes in through it, shattering the glass. You look down. Down at your left arm, then your right arm. You are frightened. Glass shards had flown into your skin, your flesh. You still stare down, moving your gaze to your feet. Dark, crimson blood is dripping on to the greenish carpet. You tilt your head sideways. You stare at the brick that had crashed through the window. It had something attached to it. A note wrapped in a piece of string. It simply read: Die.
Nick Bor. 7C.
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