Personal Narrative Fiction

I crouch down and follow the foot track, squinting as the night goes on and the world becomes darker. I here a snap and turn around to see Ralph. He laughed and puts his hands in surrender. “I’m not such a excellent hider am I?” he walks up to me, but my adrenaline is still running and I pounce on him, causing him to release his hunting knife

Everything comes flooding back, the old house, the writing and the creature. I quickly sit up wires pull on my arms. A woman dressed in all white comes over to me.

Hunter wakes up with a start screaming the name Annie more bad dreams again. The name seems familiar but he can’t place it the nightmare starts to fade. From outside his captor raps on the door and speaks.

The stranger is probably asleep. I begin to consider sneaking out to talk to a neighbor, and trying to get some answers. No, I decide, what would they say if a girl shows up at their door step at 3:00 in the morning asking where her mommy is. Plus, I shiver at the thought of him catching me in the act. I close my eyes, and drift back into that dream about the hammer covered in my own blood.

The roar of his musket is audible, even from the safe sanctuary of my home. I jerk my head away from the window and cringe. I see a shadow fall down and land with a small thump on the pavement. I decide, wisely, not to watch anymore and walk away from the

Lena listens for the balcony to open, allowing the sounds of the city to pour into the living room. The chaos below offers

An awkward silence falls between them. One of the lights turns back on and scans the walls.

A knock on the door and I open it, revealing a concern Hunter. I give him a small smile and pass by him. I feel my feet drag as I make my way back to Cartman’s room. I pause and remake my composure, pushing away any possible physical features on my face that could give me away. I open the door and feel the color leave my face.

I looked up at James. He stared straight ahead, out at the trees. His face was perfectly still and serious. I could see how hard he tried to hold it together for everyone, but the bloodshot lines that surrounded the blue of his eyes, told me he had cried just as much. He turned his face to look at me and I smiled just a little, to reassure him I was here, I would always be here.

“Ha-ha! You’re it!” yelled Hunter as he got further away from me. I then ran full speed at him.

"If I personally can't do anything, then I'm going to go to the forest to think. Maybe I'll be able to think of a way to fend off the Gordanians from Vampadon," I said, looking for an excuse to go find Hunter.

I hid behind the shelf of lab tools, since it was in the back corner of the school, it would be harder to find me. I started to think about what I was to do if the creature found me. While I was in mid-thought the door busted open. I heard a loud snarl and I knew it had found me. I quickly started to move against the wall very quietly.

“ Um I don't know it sounded like it came from upstairs.” At this moment i'm freaking out, what if someone's in my house.

It’s going on 11 o’clock and dark outside, the sun having long since gone down. But small lights between every motel room door provide enough light outside. While the inside of Regan’s jeep is illuminated with the purple glow coming off the blood stained crystal hanging around her rearview window. The combination is more than enough for the hunter to see people coming in and out of the motel rooms.

As the footsteps come nearer and nearer, I hold my breath, hoping the killer won’t find me. He walks down the hallway, opening each door in hopes of finding me, coming closer to the closet with every door.