A Day in the Life It’s Early Morning, Well Before the Eyelids of the Day Have Opened. a Familiar Noise I’ve Heard Many Times Before, Brings My Mind Out of Its Unconsciousness and Back Into the Real World. I Assume It

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

I tried to fling open the door, but the chain lock inside jerked it to a halt. Persistent bleats—starting and stopping at regular intervals—pierced the air inside her apartment. Margery’s alarm clock, still blaring its morning wake-up

It was a month after Laura and Carmilla’s parents' death. They remember it like it was yesterday. Her parents were laughing with them in their backyard, making jokes, enjoying themselves until their father said,”The king’s dog is so stupid that he misses his feeding bowl even when it’s right in front of him.,”

He threw it open, cast his arms out, and allowed the huge golden retriever to jump up, licking his face and slobbering nastily onto the black coat. She was proud—who could argue else with this gleeful salutation at hand?

I glance over at the clock it reads 3 AM, my mind buzzing with stress makes me stay awake.My eyes dart around my bedroom, trying to find something to focus on and go to sleep. My mind runs over the long, boring conversations of the day and what I should have said at what specific time and keeps running on, the only thing breaking me from my stress filled thoughts is a sound unfamiliar to me. It sounded like a creak in the floorboards, which happen 24/7 but it still left me baffled.

“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”

“Yeah, Liam, we got it.” Logan replies, and helps me scoop the cookies onto a plate. I walk them out to the counter of the unopened bakery. It’s supposed to open at seven, so in five minutes, but it might be opening ten or so minutes late because Logan and I still have to finish the bread and cookies. “Hey Krisha, I’ll deal with the food if you want to make sure everything out there is ready.” Logan calls from the back room.

His dad sat in a fold up chair reading an old Outdoor Life and wearing a long sleeve camo thermal and shorts. Next to him on a chincy plastic table, coffee sat steaming. He walked closer and his dad glanced upward. His glasses were far down his nose and his eyes looked at him without the lens. “Breakfast is on the table” he said, before glancing back down. Cal walked up the stairs to eat.

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

On my way to the bedroom, I noticed that everything in the mansion matched in some sort of way and everything was organized. For a rug to just be there and not match the room, it looked kind of suspicious. I pulled up the rug and found something red in the cracks of the wood flooring. Since I was a detective, I had certain tools that I could use including a small knife which I used to scrape out the red, dried substance. Looking at the knife, the red shavings were amounts of dried blood. I put it in a vile and went to search around the house some

Passing by the open window, he heard a loud muffled scream for help; Mr. Cassidy smiled and went on to the back yard where his hound, Claude was waiting. “They took care of another one. Are you ready for breakfast?” He asked, and went back in the house with Claude following him, wagging his tail, ready for his food.

He went to bed, woke up, ate some bread and drank some coffee, and walked up to the new neighbor’s door. Despite his burlesque appearance, he was rather shy. He was lucky he was at their doorstep at all. He knocked on the door and introduced himself.

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

restless night, you hear a bump in the kitchen.  At first you dismiss it as the

Adrian smiled and patted his sleek body as she continued down the hall and into the kitchen. She rummaged around in the fridge before finding some ham. She pulled out a slice before plopping it into her mouth not even bothering with a plate. Tracer, who became uninterested in the ham and his human, slithered off Adrian’s neck, down her arm, then onto the fridge door. The door was cold under his scales so he moved from the cold box then onto the counter. From there he went through the sink, over the dish rack, before settling down on the warm counter above the dishwasher that was currently running. Adrian, who still had the bag of ham, scooted him over and sat halfway on the warm spot before sighing in contentment. Tracer gave her a blank look before settling down pressed against her leg, enjoying the company of the woman who claimed him as his mother. It was much better than living in a pet store with many of the two legs walking around and watching him. Now that he was here he could ask questions and be responded to. The animals and the two legs there wouldn’t listen to him or pay any attention to his