Disappear Creative Writing

I can feel another blow. Hear the creak of a door opening. But I can’t remember what happened after

“Thank you!” I started to cry. “Please, be careful!” I cried into my dad’s shoulder.

Light rushes through a gap in the curtain flooding into my eyes. Irritated, I roll over onto my side, covering my face with an old pillow that smelt like cheese puffs. Consequently I’m itchy all over, must of left the door open and let the bed bugs bite. Crawling out of bed right leg, searching for the floor to regain reality and get out of bed. Ordinarily my eyes tried adjusting to the bright

Purgatory: A place where the most malignant/hazardous fiends are jailed due to their assailments on the human race. Their thirst for human blood still lingered within them, even after centuries of being caged in Purgatory. They probed everywhere for a way out of the illimitable, gloomy, foggy forest and rivers; killing themselves and others with hunger and insanity. Once a fiend is in, it’s nearly impossible to get out without a Reaper’s or Knight’s scythe.

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.

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

No sounds come from inside the home. Just the twinkling of the stars overhead, and my breaking into someone’s home. Perfect. Nothing unusual here. It’s eight p.m. on a Friday night, and the entire house is pitch black. Hopefully, that means the bastard isn’t home. Nobody goes to bed at eight, right? He has to be out, probably cracking up over the girl dumb enough to lose her family’s heirloom. I heave the window the rest of the way up cringing at its squeal. I go completely still, gulping down breaths to stay quiet. My heart nearly

He wakes up on the cold, clean surface of a table rock. A rough candelabra flickers at his side as he stirs. Next to it there's three cut roses. Red. A look around and he finds he's in a cave. At the end of one actually. The air is mossy, thick. He doesn't know why he's here or how. Worse, he doesn't know who he is or who he was. He remembers this is called amnesia.

Her eyes struggled to stay open, slowly blinking but never closing. Droplets from the clouds rolled down the windowpane, like copycats of those running down her face. The night was dark with shadows. The only sounds in the house were the plump raindrops falling on the windowsill, the clinking of beer bottles and the sound of her nervous breath. She had to stay awake for she had left the moment he had passed out on the dusty couch in the living room. Her sweaty palms clutched the leather straps of her bag. Her body shook like a small dog’s and the wind made the trees sway like the ghosts of everything she’d ever known. The sound finally came and so did the closing of her bedroom door.

"Shh, just let it out, (y/n)..Let it all out", Jack sheepishly smiled as he closed his eyes to comfort his weeping girlfriend.

The house groaned around her. The creak-creak-creak sound from the basement returned with it’s harsh melody. Walls shuddered. Doors slammed.

She managed to pry it off completely and fling it into the darkness. She stumbled away, coughing and gasping, toppling over her own legs. Tears were streaming down her face, when she lost her footing and plummeted to the floor. She clawed at the ground, digging her nails into the earth, pulling herself along while trying to escape the blob. She could hear the creature scurrying towards her in the distance. A black shadow flew above into the bareness in front of her. She froze, too terrified to move. The only sound was of her own heavy and irregular breathing. A low rumble broke the silence. She stared out into the open and could see a slight glint of white making its way towards her. As it neared closer she could see the faint black outline of the blob surrounding the white shape. The white crawled towards her, shrinking into the black, morphing into multiple shapes resembling

I noticed that her eyes seemed wild and out of focus. Then she fell over and froze with her legs sticking straight out in front of her.

Thuck. Thuck. Thuck. A resounding series of knocks echoed from behind the white, paneled door. I emerged from the gap between my bed and the wall. Tears pricked at my eyes and I frantically wiped them from my face as my feet shuffled across the shag carpet. The door emitted a gentle creak and swung open.

Walking back into the living room, a noise outside the back window caused her to stop in her tracks and turn to look out it. Slowly advancing the window, she noticed a figure sprinting off into the distance. Her face paled, as she reached for the door-nob to the back door. Slowly, she turned it and placed one foot in front of the other, her bare feet coming in contact with the damp