The American Ripper: A Short Story

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 covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

So today I and My family were going to a camp and we were packing and I find a gas lantern so I turn it on. then one hour later and my dad has my brother Asher picks it up and burns his hand. His hand looked a burnt marshmallow that you leave in the fire. Then with a long trip to a small hospital in Virginia. It felt very cold in the hospital. The smell of the place was like very old medicine. the doctor and she or him I do not remember, but he told us that Asher

Later that morning I was shaking and trembling for what was coming. I was very worried about my younger brother, Josiah and the rest if of my family. We waited and waited. All of us fell asleep but when I woke up I was in the cellar. I guess my dad and mom brought us down here when we were asleep. I noticed that there were all kinds of can foods and water. Dad woke up. As he rubbed his head, he acted like he was sore from sleeping on the ground

The air was warming up our part of the state Kansas City , I wasn't thinking . I stopped for a second I felt a cold breeze in my face , the wind was blowing at a slow pace it was warm but yet cold . I went inside , where the tv was already turned out . On the table there was a cup of Starbucks , with French toast . Someone was in here , in my own house , and since I was in the cabin , which was ten miles away from my house . I didn't notice who entered my house . I grabbed a baseball bat , set the keys down on the table and went to the living room . On the couch I found my friend, maylee . " What are you doing here maylee ?" I asked . She was just laying down eating a bag of lays , like any other white girl would . Ummm no wonder the Starbucks on the table .

“Hunter, you shouldn’t even bother to tag me. I’m too good for you,” I told him, so he

with a pound in my chest i darted as fast as i could with them close behind . i had to find a way to get away. i turned abruptly down an alley and hid. as they dashed past the alley i crept out slowly to be cautious . suddenley somthing seized my arm i saw a red and blue lights and everything went black. i awoke not knowing the time were i was or anything . i was scared suddenly i heard a voice a deep husky voice asking how i got in to this horrible place my vision started to become clear realizing i was in a dark cold cell i asked the strange voice who he was he i heard footsteps slowly walking toward me asking again how did you get in here. just as i started to answer there was a bang i lurched foward realizing it was just a gaurd. he took my arm and took me into a room the lights were dim but it was bright enough to see the mans face. he threw me to the ground and started to pace he spoke to me saying " the rules around here are simple

Up until the age of six my mom and I lived in Mexico alone in a little town called San Rafael. Then one summer day after school, while my friend and I were playing outside, a strange man approached our house with luggage in his hand. He was dressed in jeans and a grey t-shirt, with a week old beard. This act seemed strange to me because other than my grandpa and uncles no other man ever came to our house, and especially not with suitcases in their hands. As the man came closer and closer to where we were playing ice cold fear entered my gut and grew bigger. Suddenly I panicked started to viciously scream in order to get my mom 's attention, who was inside cleaning. At the sound of my stentorian screams the man 's face portrayed a very sad expression which made me sad, and I ended my deafening screams. Just as I finished screaming, my mom came running out of our house but instead of being alarmed at the sight of this strange man, her expression turned from anger, to surprise, and happiness when her eyes met him. Then with a smile and tears streaming down her face she ran to the strange man and embraced him. In return the man dropped his luggage and carried my mom of the

I was wondering what is all this? Then I walked up front and saw that man that I was talking to yesterday. But this time the man was lying dead on the floor. This was very strange because he told me yesterday that the ghost does something bad if you tell anyone about her. So when the cops asked me I told them about the ghost. But I knew i could have something horrible happen because of this.

Ever since I moved with my mom dad and little sister into our new house, I noticed an occurrence of what I presumed to be unexplainable paranormal activities. The previous owners of the house had sold the house for a abnormally low price, but I overheard a conversation between our realtor and my parents discussing how the previous owners had accidently left their baby boy in the bathroom, which was right next to my room, alone for seven hours. Upon arriving home, the couple found the corpse of their suffocated child whose head had become stuck into the toilet. I have no true person to vouch for the validity of my experiences but every time I passed my bathroom, I felt a sharp cold chill shoot down my spine. Also, I would repeatedly hear the voice of an infant when I was left home with the nanny. When I asked the nanny about the sounds I had heard, she stated how she hadn’t heard anything. In addition, one night as I was sleeping in a tent in the living room with my grandma I could hear a faint whisper urging me to wake up around midnight. As my 9-year old self groggily woke up my eyes quickly shifted to a shadowy figure around my height, leaning on the television. I was paralyzed, fear had overcome me, I could not speak nor think or scream, all I could do was watch in horror as the shadowy figure looked

When lunch came around, there was a fight. Someone had pulled out a gun and began to shoot at people. All I remember next is screaming, blood running everywhere, and the of me pulling the trigger.The gunshot ringing in my ears. I woke up in a cold room. Lights were all that I could see. I was hooked up to so many machines, maybe ten or twelve. I hear faint whispers coming from outside of the doorway. I see my mom coming in my room with bloodshot eyes. Tears stained on her cheeks, as if they had been there forever.

I felt a weight on my chest. It was heavy, as though an anvil had been placed right on top of my ribcage. I began to panic again when I started to have trouble breathing. I wondered if I was having an asthma attack, but even if I was, I wouldn’t have been able to take a breath from my emergency inhaler because I couldn’t move. I began to feel uneasy, and sort of sick. I felt bad for other people who have gone through these side effects. After a little while, I heard what sounded like muffled whispers. I was worried that someone had broken into my house, but at the same time, I doubted it. The whispers sounded like they were coming from right beside me. I looked around the room to the best of my abilities. I saw something in the corner. Something that I will never

One warm Sunday afternoon, I was on my black, bumpy driveway clenching hard onto my mom's gold van door handles. Under my feet was my birthday present, a brand new Ripstik with a glossy blue frame and wheels.

Four years ago on a cold eerie night during Halloween; my family and I went to Scarborough downs for a haunted hayride. While we were waiting in line, the smell of hot coffee and warm cider made me giddy. My parents were hesitant on bringing me at first because I was scared easily. But, this time it was different; I had convince them to letting me go with them. We go there and my composed demeanor was loss like a paper in the wind. I was acting like I was not scared though my brother sensed that I was scared. At this moment my brother went to the bathroom. I was too worried about the ride that I did not released a few minutes later he came back; he ran up behind me and whispered in my ear “You won't see tomorrow”. I slapped him and ran behind

People just wearing black and grey to show respect for Iqbal's death. Those 2 hours were long I had to give a speech, but I was too heartbroken to deliver it so I sat there and listened and cry a lot until it was over. Eshan told us it was time to get Hussain and Maria stayed behind to show her condolences. When we got there I wanted to just leap out of the car and try to yell at Hussain, but something felt weird when I was with him. Instead of a cold, scary aroma, I got a warm happy one. We thought he was just trying to get forgiveness so I left him alone and went back to the car and waited. A little while passed before they came back, but when they did a van passed near us and Eshan said it looked familiar so he followed it to their dark house when they got out their jackets that were all the same saying "Carpet Mafia" Hussain got out and walked up and the mafia acted like he knew them personally, but they didn't know him son Then the leader came out with a gun and pointed it at us and asked a question and Hussain stood tall and shook his head no. So we peeled off and left Hussain there and life went back to normal for a day until later that night we received a call from Hussain