Thirsty I made my way towards the kitchen to pour myself a glass of Cranberry Pomegranate juice. Sitting around what’s left of the dining room table one of its hinges obliterated merely three table legs left as a support. A branch from the oak tree near the kitchen window kept tapping against the walls and windows as the wind blows. This branch at night when the murky moonlight blooms against the massive tree meticulously resemble an oversized man with a knife trying to break into the house. I often dreaded coming down the stairs for a cup of water or juice late at night when the lights were off. The terrified image and screeches sound on the window always send me scurrying right back to my room and ducking under the covers trembling for dear…
My room was dark, like a dark hole. I wasn’t sure about opening the closet. I was thrilled to know what was behind, but scared about finding something I might regret. I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly opened it. The closet door made a worse sound than the one that was coming from it.…
Ordinarily, the sun’s light captured everything in sight like a mother hugging a child and giving it warmth. From the dark oak bed, I rose because of the unpleasant bites of mosquitoes. The Civil War is always on my mind. After a most successful battle yesterday when our soldiers all left home, relief and happiness came to mind, for there was a chance that we would win. Consequently, that would explain the surge of energy running through my body after waking up. Starting off with breakfast, I walked to my kitchen, the wood underneath my feet start to creak. The closer I walked to the kitchen, the warmer and cozier the atmosphere became. My servant, Julia, prepared breakfast for me today similar to many other days, I always wonder what will breakfast will be. Fresh eggs from my brown feathered hens were soft surrounded by creamy goat cheese, and well-cooked toast was on the plate this morning. Enjoying the meal is a morning ritual,…
Snow started to shower as if on a peaceful rainy night and I look for any opening, trying to escape this creature that was following me. I could make out a large building figure ahead and ran directly to it, exhorting my energy as I advanced through the shivers in my body and aching bloodstained legs. An old tainted church-like mansion appeared as the fog cleared and I forced my way up the frigid sleet hill and onto a rusty pavement beside the building. I leaned upon the 5-metre tall wooden door trying to hear any sound coming from inside the outsized building, trying to sense any civilisation as the sky slowly turned into a rich black shade. I knocked onto the polished door, trying to depict a reaction from the owner that might've lived in this secluded place. Lights started to rapidly appear above the door and forming a luminous loop around the entire mansion, whilst the door blew open with such force that I was knocked back onto my spine. I tried to scamper away on my knees as a spine-chilling sensation started to form from what was a supernatural…
The job of the first person that wakes up is to open all windows and doors of the house. You can smell the cooking of eggs, and the making of Cuban coffee. Inside of my aunt’s house I smelled the breakfast she cooked, the flowers from her backyard, and the scent of soap from the bathroom. The hills surrounding the town reflected the rising sun’s light on the dewy grass. The sound of horses galloping enters the house as they pass by. Noises gradually increase throughout the day, but as the day dies out so does all the sounds. At night the town is quiet. The streetlights were dim, but the moon was as white as paper and the stars bright as diamonds. Families are in their homes, eating, talking, playing dominoes, or getting ready for bed. I enjoyed nighttime because my family always stayed up late to talk and laugh. Every night was the same routine. I ate, showered, and laughed until I was…
My eyes snap open and the image of a room slowly focuses into my vision. I look around wondering where I am and become aware of a loud shrill noise. Then I remember, this is my place now, this is where I live and that clock needs to stop beeping. Slowly I get out of bed and look into the mirror asking myself the same question as I always do, "Why am I getting up, its not like there is anything for me to do." My room is nothing like I remember it from last night. Last night I had strewn the clothes I was wearing all about the room and sequentially thrashed it by everywhere looking form my pajamas that I somehow never seem to find. Now, my room is all clean. At least the clothes had provided some color to…
“It was probably just mice or something,” he had told me. I forced myself to believe him in order to sleep that night, but even so, I slept with the lights on. To this night I still am terrified to face my closet at night, in fear that the thing that taps will strike…
I walked softly up a brightly lighten path up the mountain, the weather was harsh; however I walked on a protected path leading high up in the Denali. What appeared ahead stood radiant colors raining from the sky blues, purples, yellows and green poured deep into the earth. As I stare in awe the moon grew brighter and beamed white light down onto a shadow that appeared in the shadow of the northern lights. As I began to walk towards this mysterious shadow my eyes focused in closer. As I stood there taking in the full image of this miraculous view, I was awaken by the sound of rain trickling on the window. I sneak quietly out of bed and make it into the kitchen to begin baking some fresh blueberry muffins. Before I could taste the muffins, “splash!”…
It was cold snowy Saturday morning. It’s 430 in the morning, still dark outside . I hear the door knob turn then I hear a click.the door opens you can see the lights on the hallway of the house . My mom is standing there with her coffee and says,”Adam wake up, time to pray, and after…
The kitchen was dark and quiet, the skies outside holding barely a hint of the light that would soon blossom into a riotous mix of colors. The only light in the house was my own, as I finished getting ready for the morning. I opened my door, and my morning routine began. First, wake up my mother and ensure she wouldn’t be falling back asleep after…
Suddenly, I heard a loud noise from the kitchen. Although it scared me greatly, I tried to ignore it. Then it happened again, but louder. I got out of bed and snuck into the kitchen. What I saw… calmed me greatly.…
Every morning when I wake up I let the monster, little Mr. Mittens our cat, out of his bedroom, make Folgers coffee, whip out a pair of non-stick pans, crack open the package of apple wood smoked bacon, and make blueberry pancakes. The smell is so overwhelmingly delightful that it has become something I enjoy dearly. Today, I have yet to realize, is a little different than most days. After I’ve had my fill of coffee, Applewood smoked bacon, and blueberry pancakes I notice that the wonderful aromas are fading. Shortly after I dropped my dishes off at the dishwasher I headed back over to the couch to start reading books and doing my homework. After a while I slowly get up out of my “command center” as my girlfriend Jackie calls it and head out of the living room and walk into the dining room. I stop and think to myself its looks quiet in the kitchen, too quiet, I wonder where that little monster is at, He’s usually grazing over his dish at this time. So, I started slowly moving through the dining room to the…
It was getting dark and we were getting ready to leave. This beautiful garden was getting more and more eerie as the sun sank further. The darkness consumed the beauty of all the plants, and made all the nooks and crevices of the garden seem darker and full of mystery. The beautiful white noise we were listening too began to sound more frightening and less relaxing. Insects, frogs and other little creature were filling the night with their own music causing a screeching like noise. I look to him and explained my desire to leave. With a half smile he said “A few more minutes”. I trusted his ability to protect me and thought I was probably over reacting. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me a touch closer. We spent more time talking and enjoying the pleasant evening. Though I was becoming more anxious with the deepening darkness, I felt safe knowing I had…
It was a brisk August night, and Dad had already gone to bed for the night, Just after midnight, Ashley and I put on our sweaters to prepare to leave the house and go for a walk. Trying not to make a sound, I slowly opened the old wooden window that led to the outside of the house. We quietly…
I opened the door slightly and peeked out from behind the door. There was not a single soul in the corridor. I'm becomin' more scared by the minute. I longed aimlessly on the bed and flicked through the in-house television channels. Rumblin' noises from the livin' room caught my attention. I put my ear to the door and listened carefully to the weird reverberatin' noises.…