Awakened Short Story

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

The last sounds I recall hearing were three deafening bangs, and one boom. I remember spinning rapidly through what seemed like a never-ending hole of eerie darkness. My sassy, independent self was frightened, so I closed my eyes and prayed that I would live to see the next day. I eventually gained the courage to open my eyes, and continued to lie numb on the street, utterly confused. I kept wondering where I was, and even what day it was. I cautiously stood up as the cold drizzle continued to pour down all around me, collecting in crevices across the long, cobblestone street. I glanced down at my clothes, and saw they were destroyed by mud that had been splattered by passing horses. I continued to survey my surroundings , and that is when

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

The stream I lay next too was crystal clear with small little fish swimming in the water. "were am I" I wonder, scratching my head as I slowly stand up. As I look around I begin to squint my eyes, this place is not were I was before I blacked out. The trees were almost pure white with black leaves on each large branch. I had never seen anything like it. "someone was here" I think. There is a small hut built into the side of a huge bolder. There was a small light coming from inside the hut but I dare not go anywhere near that just incase it was the creature that was chasing me from home. I begin to waddle away from were I lay however as soon as I try to make an attempt to get away I hear the creak of a door swinging open and a loading of a gun. The bullet locking into the chamber was as quiet as a pin drop yet sounded like a jackhammer slamming into the ground at full force. As I began to break into a sprint I hear the loud bang of the gun releasing the bullet into the air. Before my foot hits the ground I am thrown to the ground writhing in pain. I look down at my ankle and what I see makes me want to throw up. Before I can examine my wound further I black out.

Do I go confront it? Do I stay here an see if it finds me? Was it a burglar? It could just be a possum. I waited for a few moments, debating my own mind when it shuffled again. The curiosity got the better of me as my numb fingers unwrapped myself from my cotton cocoon. As soon as I stood up, bats screeched outside my window causing me to jump. I was sure to step lightly to be sure not to bring the intruders attention to me. I snatched my torch from the kitchen bench and shoved it into my dressing gown's pocket. Each step my stomach tighten more and more. Each step my fingers began to shake. I had made it to the hallway before the staircase, my back sliding against the wall to be sure nothing could grab me from behind. The ruckus upstairs became more violent the closer I came. I could hear items being thrown, banging against the walls with a loud thud that sent jolts down my spine. That's when the lights in the long hallway began to flicker.

It had been a very foggy and rainy night as I was going to investigate a suspected drug gang. Being the overachieving detective I was, I decided to cut through a dark, musty forest to see if I could find clues for a case my colleague was trying to crack. As I walked into the forest, something made a spine-chilling cackle, and I stopped. My heart began to beat quickly, and I put my hand in my bag to reach my pistol. Just when I had wrapped my hand around the grip, something tall and pudgy came hurtling towards me, and everything went black.

There i was sitting on the tree sleeping, I didn't even know how I fell asleep all I knew was it wasn't going to be good for me . I woke up, then at that moment my leg slipped I looked down and there was the ground coming at me, super fast then before I could react I hit the ground. The fall might of bruised my ribs because they were in pain. At that moment I wondered where my grandparents were. I decided to go back on the trail and try to find them. I ran as fast as I could sprinting up the trail taking short cuts on the trail trying to catch up when I finally got out of breath I didn't know where I was. All I knew was that I was lost. I sat down thinking,‘this is it. You really messed this up.Gosh why was I so stupid’? I don't hear anything except the birds chirping loudly and the wind blowing through the trees, then at that moment

Remus Lupin was not amused, or very happy with his best friends, or his lover for that matter. They just couldn’t get it in their heads that some pranks aren’t good.

He stopped in the middle of the woods, panting. As he looked up, the sky was getting brighter by the minute. He continued to run, but as he did he changed. His eyes were a piercing red like the blood he hungered for. His agility grew and soon all you could see was a blur. His usual thick-set build became unbelievably ripped, but as improvements came the part of that everyone knew and loved faded. The need for self-preservation kicked in. The loving, caring part became a detached, lonely, and hungry soul just in one long howl.

“Look, you matter to me. Everything will be fine. If you aren’t comfortable, by all means-”

She was quite good at reading lips, and she had to be in order to speak. Her mother and father taught her well when she was allowed to live with them, and they did so because they did not want her to be gassed or starved. Both of those punishments were also an option, if The Yellers hated you enough.

After a month without any sign of Franz, he has a complete breakdown. Martin, having growing concerns, arrives as Joe is running hersterically through the house. Turning over the furniture, he is desperate to reunite with the phantom. This is reason enough to allow the physician and his two burly assistants to forcibly subdue him bodily and bring him to the waiting ambulance, and driven to the hospital. As an assistant reaches for the door handle, it is enough for him to break free and race back into the house. His destination is the cellar, where as in a dream in the night, he hangs himself. Feeling defeated, and knowing what he must do, he heads for the cellar but pauses at the piano, his eyes flash blood red with contempt and rage; he will

You got me sippin' on something I can't compare to nothing I've ever known, I'm hoping That after this fever I'll survive I know I'm acting a bit crazy Strung out, a little bit hazy Hand over heart, I'm praying That I'm gonna make it out alive The bed's getting cold and you're not here

An old obnoxious alarm on the bedside table woke up sally. She woke up in her butterflied cover bed like every other day.She had chosen these sheets when she first moved in with the woods family. When sally was just 3 years old both her parents passed away in a fatal accident. These butterflies were a memory of her birth mom her mom loved butterflies and thought they were a gleeful animal.She was in the foster system until the age of ten until the woods a nice, humble, and talented family took her in. The family all had beautiful voices they were very passionate about singing especially her mom (jenny). Her sister(Peggy) was the second most passionate and then there was her dad (bob). She really loved them and they were her real family but at times sally felt left out for this very reason. Anyways sally is now 15 and believes she is the most mature 15 years old there is she is also very curious, ambitious, kind, silly, and adventurous.

I was still on the phone. My mom said she didn’t hear the steps, although she did the guinea pig after a few moments. She then quickly left her work, fifteen minutes early, to get to the house. After a few minutes, I left my room, and entered the silence. I checked the house, and found nothing, although I didn’t dare check the basement. The figure I saw was a great deal taller than me, and I did not dare do anything that could force an encounter. A couple hours later, my dad came home. He decided to check the basement, armed. He did not find anyone, however the window was not snuggly closed, nor completely open. Both my parents doubt I saw anything, as surprisingly nothing was stolen, and by the fact I was never fully confronted.