Creative Writing: Creaky Floors

That night, I tucked myself in under the white covers of the spacious king bed. I awoke later in the evening to hear a thump coming from upstairs. I snuck out of bed, careful not to wake John. I crept upstairs, the wooden floorboards rocking beneath my feet. Pushing the door ajar, I peered through to see what was there. I pushed the door open completely, searching for a cause of the noise.

I walked upstairs face red, hands trembling, and body aching. I didn’t even think I could make it up the first couple steps before collapsing into a heap.Before I reached the last glossy maple wood step I heard the sound of little paws and nails scraping, slowly, softly, and sadly through the house. This sound made my heart ache.

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

I looked around. "Yeah, maybe." She threw out her cigarette and nodded to me before walking back into her room. I stood outside, just watching room five. *What the hell could be in there?* I leaned against the door, put my ear to it and I listened. It was silent for a short while, but I heard a muffled knock come from inside. I continued to listen. Another knock. Then another knock. And then, complete silence. I kept my ear at the door, just listening, waiting. Another knock, but this time, it was against the door. I jumped back, shocked by what had just happened. I knew there was somebody or something in there and the fact that I didn't know who or what it was, had me completely horrified. I just wanted to get far away from that motel.

The escalation of the unknown sounds grew to be too distressing for John and Margaret when one night they were jarred awake by an unseen force. They felt the floorboards moving beneath their feet, along with unknown knocking sounds. The noises persisted until they finally fell asleep from exhaustion. Fatigued from these disturbances, they woke the next morning wanting answers.

I snapped back into reality and opened my door. I stepped out into the narrow hallway, and I rested my hand on the door knob. The door was almost closed when I had a sudden urge to sneak one last glance at my room. Not being able to let go of my room, I cracked the door open again. My eyes rested on the skeleton of the room, and I gently closed the door.

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

heard the footsteps walk across the room. Then a scraping noise and other noises as

Everyone has judged someone before they get to know them, sometimes you can even do it on accident. My personal experience in judging someone before getting to know them was when I meet my step-brother Carson for the first time. When I first met Carson I was about 6 years old and he was around 10 years old. I was at his house in Florida that I had never been to before, so I was scared already, so when I went upstairs to grab something from my bag I saw him for the first time, he was coming around the corner really fast and was wasn’t paying attention and ran right into me. The first thoughts that came to mind was that he was big and scary and he just hurt me. But after I got to know him I realized he wasn’t really scary at all, it was just

Later that day, as Scarlett prepared dinner, she heard what sounded like footsteps that were coming from the second floor. She stood there, thinking maybe it was nothing. But, shortly after the footsteps were even louder. It sounded as if somebody was running around up there.

Once there was a little girl named Marie. She was running from the man when she spotted the old building they called Lidtke Mill. She ran into the building to get away from the man that was chasing her. When she ran inside, it was pitch black. She tried to find her way through the building, tripping over the rubble caused by people and storms over the years. While Marie was tripping over the rubble, she heard a horrible screeching noise. She was already scared enough before that noise came. Marie covered her ears while that noise went on and on. She decided to go towards the noise. She found what caused it. There was very little light to look at things. What light she had, let her see that the noise was the

The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrating against the crackling floor. The door swings open as I go to knock creating a loud screeching noise. As I walk into the unfamiliar home, I become more aware of the man I'm about to meet. I travel further into his world and can hear the noise coming from under my feet. I get closer and closer until I find it, the crooked door where he told me to meet him. As the stairs appears from the darkness, my path becomes lighted ahead of me.

I saw a bathroom with a laundry room, the kitchen, dining area, and living room. As I got farther into the house I saw the sliding doors that led to the beach, and that's when I saw it. I looked out in amazement, before me was the ocean. I snapped out of my thought as I remembered there was more to see, the ocean had to wait. I then climbed the slim stairs to a small hallway which contained two doors. I entered the first door I saw, which ended up being my siblings and I’s bedroom. The room contained two twin beds and a large dresser, the entire room with a beach theme. To the left a door which held a bathroom. After settling my things I came to the other door and that was another bedroom, which would be my parents. I observed there was also a sliding door in the bedroom that looked out to the ocean, but at a whole new level. I got closer. I slid the door open and peeked my body out onto the

I closed my eyes and suddenly, I woke up under the white canopy. I darted down the stairs just to see that a man was perched on a white chair.

I awoke to find the daylight seeping in through the trees. The dream that I had last night has stayed with me. I pushed myself up off the ground and started to head north. After hours of walking I paused for a break when i realized how hungry I was. I reached into my pack and pulled the last of my food from the pack. As I was eating I saw a bright flash of light then everything faded into darkness. I could smell everything. Then my sight started coming back and there was a dim glimmer of light up a head. I moved towards the light. When I emerged from the dark I realized the rest of the pack was