Darkness, a Scary Thought - Creative Writing

I looked over to the alarm clock and saw a bright red 1:06 AM. The door creaked slowly and a dark figure entered the room. The silhouette walked closer to me, heels clicking on the vinyl floor. A sinister smile spread across her rotting face.

I jump out of the bed and dart to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. He starts banging on the door, trying to break it down. I found a good hiding spot in a little cubby hole space behind my laundry. That's when he came in. He searched everywhere, but where I was and figured I jumped out the window, which I completely overlooked in a

I wait for what feels like forever until the door opens again and red light is welcomed in once more. Someone new enters the room from behind me. It sounds like my father. The boots are wet and make a sickening slap each time the contact the ground. He takes incredibly slow steps to make his way towards his me- his lowly subject.

and it closed softly behind me, the blades snick-ing back into their places and the alarm re-engaging behind my back. I looked around, keeping perfectly still with my body pressed into the shadows against the door, my eyes narrowed and my breath coming and going silently through my mouth. The room was bare except for a white block about the size of a

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.

I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of

There was no warning, shower of sparks, flash of light or puff of smoke. I just blinked and was gone. One second I was sitting on my bed and the next I'm standing on top of a strange stone wall. How and why I wasn't sure, but before I had time to figure it out, a witch appeared out of nowhere and leaned on her battered broomstick, alone in the dark. Her black pointed hat and long cape cast an eerie silver silhouette on the narrow cobblestone street. She swiftly searched the shadows and spotted another witch who was waddling along a ways off. Cackling wildly, she zigzagged across the sky and hovered beside her.

We Entered the Fully furnished antique home avoiding the broken glass pieces stuck around the perimeter of the window. The wallpaper was peeling and the furniture was eaten up by mice and rats. We walk around the room for five minutes silent until Grayson breaks the silence of course saying “Woah creepy” pointing at the large family portrait with each face smudged out with black ink. “Well let's look around then just leave” I say with Aleisha backing me up. “Nah nah” Grayson alluded in perfect harmony with my brother adding “Leigh Settle its just a house an old house”. “The Pattison Murder house where like everyone in the family was apparently killed by the son” Aleisha interjected. “Key word there, apparently” Grayson laughed rolling his eyes.I let out a slight sigh as I walked down the Hall with Aleisha. The Floors creaked and parts of the ceiling were smothered with Black

I begrudgingly raise my fist to the door, and, “Nock, Nock, Nock’. Not only can I feel to door rattle, but I can hear it too. I hear the usual scramble of people waking up and attempting to get decent enough to open the door, and the barking of dogs. The door is flung open and a tired appearing woman opens the door.

It was a dark night the rain pounded fiercely on the roof, the moon was abnormally large as the sad gloomy clouds drifted in the bitter air. He hid in the shadows of the trees, unmoving, unnoticed his black pierce eyes watch you like a wolf might observe its prey he watched her carefully each step she took as she inhaled and exhaled the cold air she felt uneasy, alert every instinct in her body warned her of danger, more and more until she felt the presence of someone’s cold gaze behind her as you can feel him haunt the air around her, as the stalker, silent as the night, grabbed her roughly by the shoulders.

However, tonight was slightly different there was a feeling of emptiness within me that only jasper could fill, but he was know where to be seen. As I walked towards the smooth grey eucalyptus that presided over the small dam on the far side, I peered into the broad hallow space at its base where I knew Jasper stayed. But there was no sign of jasper or even the slightest amount of evidence that he had been here. I felt my body shatter for what felt like the millionth time tonight as the tears started to fall down my cheeks, I didn’t know how much more I could take before I simply couldn’t handle this anymore. As I sat slumped along the water’s edge with my head on my knees, I felt betrayed and heartbroken. Jasper Jones was really gone, he had left me and gone to the city by himself, a plan that we were meant to do together. I was distressed, filled with anger and heartbreak. He had broken his promise. But the truth is what hurt me the most, I thought he loved me, I thought what we had was real, but I was wrong. Tonight was going to be the night I tell him everything, the night I was going to beg him to leave with me. Because I was in trouble. I couldn’t do this alone. I needed him more than ever but he wasn’t there. As these thoughts kept running through my head I begin to write it down. One way or another

The night crawlers were dominate once the moon fell. The noticeable thing about the gang was their piercing eyes; the only colour that they showed. Their appearance was dripped in mystery, giving them that dark allusion. Clothes were tight and ripped, making those who weren’t apart of this gang fear them. They roamed the night in groups and watched the alleys. Night crawlers were known for the alleys; always hiding in the dark corners that were not clear to the eye, always lurking and waiting. When the moon fell, their energy raised.

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not

this in order that she would drop me off at the pub. I was keen to get

I hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window.