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| Written by Jonathan Mckinley | |
| Saturday, 12 January 2008 | |
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Chris was scaredto death. He just watched the scariest movie, he had ever seen. Why did he go out and rent it? He wasalone in his house and there was no sound at all. Chris hated scary movies, andwhy he saw that one? I don’t know. Where adults allowed being scared inmovies? He sat upright in his bedfrom where he watched the horror film the turned off TV sat ten feet away fromhim. He was scared to death. Chris needed some sleep, the movie ran to midnightand he was tired. The only light that was shining was a small lamp by hisbedside. Chris reached over to turn it off but something inside kept him. Lightis the only protection we have against the bad things that come out at night. Itwas only a stupid movie, he told himself ashe turned of the light. Helaid back in his bed and looked up to the ceiling above him. The moonlight thatcame through his bedroom window let it barely enough light for Chris to see theswirling ceiling fan. He could not get over how scared he was feeling that atany moment a killer would pop out of nowhere. It was just a stupid movie,there is nothing to be scared of, hethought to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. Anoise startled him. It sounded like a loud crack. His eyes opened and he sat upin his bed. He looked around in his darkened room, but there was nothing thathe could see. He reached for the light by his bed and turned the switch. Thelight didn’t turn on. He made a mental note to get new light bulbs, and ignoredthe sound and lay back down. The soundcame again. Chris sat up, and rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t see anything. Therewas no more moonlight shining through his bedroom window. The TV in front ofhim turned on. He wasn’t anywhere near the remote. A bright static was shown onthe screen and its hiss was ear shattering. Chris got up and ran to the TV toshut it off. He pressed the powerbutton and the static died. Hisheart beat at a quickened pace. He didn’t know what was going on. He got backinto his bed and sat up. Everything was black, he held his hands in front ofhis face and he could barely see them. The light near his bed suddenly turnedon. It shown brighter than it ever had. Chris reached the knob to turn it offbut it wouldn’t. He reached down and pulled the power cord but it remained lit. Chrisheard another noise, very different from the first one. This noise sounded likedripping water. He grabbed the lit lamp and stood up. The drip started to getlouder and louder. He followed the sound with his lamp and it led him to thewindow. He could see a dark liquid drip from the bottom onto the floor. Hewalked suspiciously over to the substance. Chris put his finger in it and putit under the light. It was red, blood red.The dripping quickened and turned into a steady stream. The blood drenched thecarpet below and sat in a puddle. Theback of Chris’ head felt wet. He mustn’t have been sweating that hard. He put his hand on his moistened head. Usingthe light, he looked at his hand, which was red with blood. Chris screamed andhe dropped the lamp, shattering the bulb. Chris ran to the bathroom a few steps away. He opened up the door, raninside, turned the light on, and closed and locked the door behind him. He waspanting hard now and he looked at his bloodstained hand. He wiped it off on hisshirt. How could this be happening? Helooked at himself in the mirror, and at the red handprint on his shirt. Ineed to take a shower. Chris stripped naked and went to theshower knobs and turned them on. He stepped in once the water had warmed and started to scrub all of theblood off of his body. He grabbed the green bottle of shampoo on a rack, andsqueezed a cupful of goop into his hand. He closed his eyes in fear of gettingpainful suds in his eye, and scrubbed the crap out of his hair. When he was done and opened his eyes,he was shocked to find that the water coming from the nozzle was now shootingblood and he was covered in it. Startled he jumped out and fell onto the floor.There was a white towel hanging from the rod that held the showercurtains. He grabbed it andvigorously tried to wipe it off. Thebathroom door flew open, cracking the wall behind it. An intense wind flew intothe bathroom, knocking him on his butt. What is this! Hescreamed but no one could hear him. Chrisheard footsteps. They were approaching him. He heard a crackly voice screech,“Chriiiis, come out, come out where ever you are!” Hescreamed and ran out of the bathroom, naked and covered in thick blood. Theman was waiting for him with a knife in his right hand. Chris’ greatestnightmare had come true and he was about to die. Whenhe saw the man, Chris fainted and collapsed to the floor.
Hiseyes opened, he was in his own bed. It was daytime. The lamp was where it should be, and there was nothingdripping from the window. Itwas a dream! Only a dream! Chris drew asmile on his face and took a sigh in relief. He was fully clothed and there wasno blood on his hands. He got out of his bed and ran to the bathroom. There wasno blood coming from the shower nozzle. Christhought he saw something in the mirror so he looked behind him out of the door.There was nothing everything was back to normal. The man with the knife stoodbehind him and whispered, “Come out, Come out where ever you are!”
Copyright 2008 Jonathan Mckinley |
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