A Short Story : A Story?

She looked at the ground, and her eyes looked left and right and she just nodded. I asked her again if she had been struck how. She said he (her boyfriend) pushed her. (Her boyfriend’s name is Gary Laxson, he owns a tattoo parlor next door to the Cellar Door bar.)

I walked to the room at the end of the hall that led to the attic. I slowly placed my foot on the first step, calling out for Nancy. When I finally reached the top, I saw a long haired woman standing by the window with her backed turned to me. "Chelsea? What the hell are you doing here?" She was holding an axe in her hand and I started backing up, with no intention on going any further. She turned around and to my surprise, it was not Chelsea at all, but Nancy. She had blood rolling down her forehead, from the scalp that was ripped from Chelsea's head. "Oh, Dear," she said. "You gave me quite a fright." She started walked toward me. "What do you think?" She asked, running her fingers through the

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

“What are we going to do, I mean we have to back and see what that noise was. I’m afraid that instead of creating a shield we have created a weapon”. Anton

She hurried away from the window, fearful that the thing would look up and see her watching. She scurried into the closet and closed her eyes, praying that it wouldn’t get inside. The girl heard feet hit the floor near the window and knew it had entered her tower. She peeked out through the slats in the closet door and gasped at what she saw.

“There's been cases of DV for a few years now, the police would definitely have his DNA on site, hopefully Jen had done an analysis,” Frank says, getting up from his seat.

The next morning Nikki woke up to someone with a very hard knock at the door.

Shocked, Jocelyn could feel her head turning. The pain was reaching for her. She couldn’t bear it and with that, she hit the ground on the hard wooden floor of the hallway, and all she could remember was the crashing thud against the floor.

“What’s going on?” Katie, one of the other barmaids, asked as Ella headed back to her work. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.

“Stupid,” she loud into the empty house. When not even an echo came back, she screamed and hurled her purse. It hit the wall with a satisfying thud. She scrambled to her feet and seized upon the key bowl next to her. It went flying. The plastic bowl took a nick out of the wall. Next she flung a bud vase and tickling of shattered glass felt like her braking through. She stalked across the room and yanked a painting off the wall and smashed across her knee.

Emerson groaned but spun the bottle. “Please don’t land on a dude.” He whispered. It landed on Alden.

object flew from across the room and barely missed her head. She put both hands on the mirror now and as the mirror cracked more a loud penetrating screech echoed throughout the house and sent chills down her spine. Then she felt a cold clammy hand tightening around her neck.

Throwing herself upwards, the girl quickly gathered her sprawled limbs and stood erect; the stiffening noise threatened to clog her throat once more. She could feel herself asphyxiating as the crunching drew closer. I must have left the door open, I must have left the door open, I must have left the door open, repeated in her head like a mantra. Tears began to wash down her face; she quickly wiped them away, hoping the night would mask their tracks. He was approaching.

“TALK TO HER!” Jaden exclaimed. Andrea sent Moriah a text that said “Met me at my house at 8 tonight.” Surprisingly Moriah answer okay :) Little did Andrea know that Moriah had her own agenda. When Moriah got to Andrea’s house they talked for a couple of minutes which turned into an argument. Moriah was so mad and still had the idea of getting rid of Andrea that she knocked her out with fire poker while she wasn’t looking. Once Andrea came to, she realized she had a gaping cut on the back of her head. As Andrea crawled away she felt blood running out of her head and she didn’t have a clue what she did to deserve this. She came across the stair banister and pulled herself up. As soon as she did this Moriah came from behind her and pulled her down. Moriah pressed her index finger to Andrea’s wound. “Please.” she croaked “Please Mo let me go.”

Louise’s attempts were successful, and she entered into the narrow hallway. The individual steps that the young girl took sounded similar to a slap on the chestnut floors. One slap, two slap, three slap, four slap, five slap, six slap. Louise made her way down the hall and to the front door, all the while the same inquiry played in her head, growing more and more erratic as the destination neared, Did I lock the door last night? Did I lock the door last night? DidIlockthedoorlastnight? DIDILOCKTHEDOORLASTNIGHT?