Repair Man Narrative

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

I woke up in a warehouse, couldn’t remember what happened. Then I remembered. Detroit. The bomb. I hadn’t seen it then. It was so cleverly concealed, and went off five minutes after I was in the building, so I would be able to check every room, and would be by the door with my guard down. I saw it now. I got up and walked outside only to hear sirens and see the cars in the distance. My car was nowhere to be seen. Walking the three miles to the car dealership was hard work, but I finally made it and bought myself a 1967 Fiat 124. It was the cheapest car there, the worst one there, and belonged in a junkyard. I drove to the pharmacy to see Dr. Woods again, I would need my medicine so the voices would stop. They have been screaming

I waited a few moments then walked back through the park and into my apartment. As I walked into my apartment I saw that my mom was awake and making breakfast. I was hungry but I needed space to figure out what I was going to do. So I walked upstairs and into my bed. Determined to find out what my next move

The man and I had to move into a sub-par home. It was all we could afford, as we lost most of our money in the fire. As I was dusting the kitchen I heard the man approaching, screaming like it was the end of the world. I heard his footsteps come near, I felt his fist hit me in the back, he did repeatedly I screamed “Stop!” But he never did. It felt as someone was thrusting a knife in my back, in the same spot repeatedly. When the man left, I felt as I was going to die. I dragged my body to the bed, I laid down as I felt blood drip down my

I woke up on a cold metallic table there were wires connected to me, and the first thing I saw was this man look at me then he ran away. I was confused to why he done this. There was this mirror I looked into it and wondered what was wrong with me. Am I ugly, am I weird looking, or am I scary. I had greenish skin, I had a bar running through my neck, black hair that resembled yarn. My clothes were very formal like a businessman. My head was shaped like a block, and my eyes were tented with yellow. Each time I tried to talk it came out as a “mmmmrrrr”.

Her cold latex hands took hold of my bare arm as she pulled it toward her and said with a smile, “this will only hurt a bit!” I felt a chill go through my body as the hypodermic sword pierced my skin. The white walls around me seemed to be closing in like a vignette photo, darkening around the edges and becoming blurry until suddenly, darkness. I was floating upon a puddle of dark abyss. I laid there for what seemed like hours until my limp body hit the tile floor. I awoke in a daze moments later, my feet being held above my now dizzy head and feeling like I had been hit like a truck. “What happened?” I mumbled as I began to sit up. The room, now filled with doctors and nurses, erupted in voices insisting I lie back down.

I looked at the watch it said 1:54 am. The guy open up a hatch under the door and walked in. I asked him why I as here and he only let out a meer laugh. He picked me up by my hair and dragged me out of the main room back down into the main room. There was drugs and alcohol cans everywhere. There was a broken shard of glass on the floor. I spotted as the man sat me down on the couch and open the door to outside it was very dark and the only light shining in was the dark moon light. He walked outside to grab something, as I quickly picked up the glass and put it under me. I was scared and paranoid out of my mind, and I knew if I was going to die it wasn't going to be without a fight. The tall stern man walked in with a large rusty box. He walked over and grabbed me by my hair. I yanked out the shard of glass and sliced his hand. The only thing I seen was blood going everywhere. I dashed out the door into the dark moon

It was a dark night. there was no sight of the moon. It was a clear night. The streetlights were bright orange. There barely any cars on the road. My family was coming back from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We went there for the Christmas weekend. We had some relatives who invited us to stay. My dad was driving us to the airport, in a rented car. My brother and I were looking out of our windows. My mom was sleeping in the front seat, next to the driver’s seat. there was We were on the highway. We were going to drop it off at a rental place near the airport before we board our flight to Florida. We flew from Florida to Illinois. From Illinois, we took a rented car to Wisconsin. We were going to O’Hare international airport.

As I stepped in that room I notice it was gigantic. Surrounded by white walls and sharp metallic objects. The cold ace air made me shiver. Luckily, I was wearing a long sleeve shirt. After a couple of minutes I was suddenly distracted by doors opening. The doctor rolled in a stretcher with a bumpy white sheet on top. It was a sheet covering a person. The doctor then asked “are you nervous”, “of course no” I said, but I was. I did not know what to expect. I knew what a morgue was, but I never entered one before. I knew to be strong considering in the future I want to pursue a career in the medical field.

All I could think about was how bad my legs hurt. I had scratches from branches that tore away at my skin on my arms and legs, a terrible headache and my clothes had so many rips and tears that I couldn’t remember how I got. I couldn’t remember anything, not my name, what had happened or anything. I just didn’t know. All I knew is that I had been stumbling through the woods for quite some time. Well until I came to a road with tons of cars coming from every direction. I stepped one foot at a time onto the noisy road filled with commotion and so abruptly it all went black. I woke to nearly blinding lights shining above me and looked around to see the room of a hospital. As I tried to sit up I experienced a piercing pain that lasted until I finally

Anyway the story begins when I was going into a haunted house with my friend . I was wearing a reaper costume.we got half way through the haunted house then a clown jumps out at us and he had a knife, so we did not stick around to find out what he wanted. The clown chased us out of the haunted house and chased us for 30 minutes, so we were jumping fences.

And with that I hung up and turned my music back up. It was going to be a long ride, at least eight hours. Leaning over my steering wheel I looked up at the sky and found clouds forming. I hoped the snow wasn’t enough to greatly impact my driving. I had passed out of the town and into the next and the next town after that. Eventually I reached a town somewhat in the middle of Illinois. The town was called Mattoon. It wasn’t the most welcoming town I’ve seen. There were a lot of worn down buildings that looked like they had been burned to their last wooden plank. I had been driving for almost three hours, and my stomach was screaming at me to feed it. I decided to stop at the nearest gas station. As I pulled in even the store looked like someone had beaten it with a bat on every wall. The glass windows seemed to appear shattered as several spider legged cracks webbed across the surface making the inside look dark and horrendous. As I hesitantly opened the door that created a creaking noise that sounded like muffled screaming that you would hear while in the middle of abandoned woods where every tree would mold a different unnerving face at you, surrounding you with the sound of its bark screeching at you. The inside was worse than the outside. Every shelf was varnished with dust. The dissatisfying smell of mold and liquor created a feeling of sick eruption in my stomach. Nothing in the gas station looked pleasing to my appetite whatsoever. I never took the time to realize I was the only one standing in the odious gas station. I was the only one in here, but I could sense an eerie presence. I hectically moved to the door trying to get out of the building causing me to choke on the unpleasant smell. Before my hand could reach the handle I felt an excruciating pain spread across the nerves of my skull. And with that my heavy eyelids shut abruptly and I feel to my knees. I woke up in a

I pushed myself off the cold ground, stubbing to my feet. Only to fall back down. Griping a nearby tree and lifted me to my feet "stefan! Please answer me!'' I cried out. But no one answered me. All I found by Stefan was his sack, near where I wake up. Early inside the sack was a bloody chain, when small feathers and a small piece of skin hung off it. When shaking hands, I reached out to pick it up. As my hand lightly mean it, I hot burn feeling engulfed my hand, with a short gasp and tear filled eyes I freed my hand back.

The smell of hot cocoa filled the air in my cozy little house. My house was only one floor and 12 feet by 12 feet big. But it’s pretty big compared to the houses around me, but to be honest the closest house was 3 miles away cause nobody is going to live in the Swiss Alps. The only reason I came to the freezing icebox is to get away from what I used to be, I wanted to start my life over it was filled with bad memories and pain. The hot cocoa was simply to die for, it was made from my goats milk. Life here was good. My phone ring but I ignore it cause I know who it is and I don’t feel like talking to them. It was my brother who always wants me to come visit him in his fancy mansion in Dubai but I know he dosent want me to come because he

My heart was pounding so hard it was as if I could see it beating through my chest. My mind was racing. Right when I felt like giving up it seems like I saw a house out of no where. I could hear his footsteps getting closer and I looked down at bare feet and my ripped clothes for the abuse I'd endured earlier and immediately made a decision to knock on the strangers door.