Twin Peaks: A Narrative Fiction

later, she told investigators that she awoke when she heard a sound of two boards banging together. She jumped out of bed to investigate but all she saw was a flash of light down the hall.

She felt a chill run down her spine as she had a sense that someone was watching her from afar. Slowly turning to look behind her, she looked out in the distance of the woods by her house. When she felt certain that no one was there she proceeded the rest of the way to her front door.

She headed to the adjoining bathroom to wash up and change clothing. Trenor stood outside the door, waiting diligently for her to open it once she was done.

I tried to fling open the door, but the chain lock inside jerked it to a halt. Persistent bleats—starting and stopping at regular intervals—pierced the air inside her apartment. Margery’s alarm clock, still blaring its morning wake-up

She makes her way to the room when getting closer to the room she saw how it was so eerie and shady looking. She again shook off the feeling and entered the room. Looking around she looks at the baren room. The wallpaper crumbling off the edges of the wall, the bed sheets old and dusty showing no one has been in this room for weeks maybe months. She walks over to the bed sitting her stuff down in the nearby chair. Laying down on the

He was now left alone in a familiar territory. All around the house, white sheets covered many artifacts that once entertained an audience. The house had a slight smoky odour, which tickled his nose. Although he tried to stay quiet, each step he took the floor creaked in response, probably due to the renovations the house was under.

Staring up at the house, she listened. The constant banging of the door against its frame, and the eerie sound of a malevolent snicker echoing throughout the empty rooms were the only sounds she heard.

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

The bathroom turned up empty. Angela went up to Lillian’s writing room and turned on the light, illuminating the corner desk with Lil’s beloved MacBook on it. She looked at her collection of mermaid antiques and souvenirs. Even the artwork on the walls were classic style painting of the water nymphs.

Eventually, she passed a seemingly familiar room and ventured into its depths. There, she recognized her lavish bed calling to her. Without a second thought, she flung herself onto it and gracefully landed in a dramatic heap. Rolling to her back, she began to trace the patterns engraved on the bedpost with her eyes.

She walked in the next morning and didn’t see him she was nearly fully dressed. She was so shocked that she lost control and slammed the door. She quickly regretted it. She tiptoed like if she was walking in the room of someone very sick or a stranger. She

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

object flew from across the room and barely missed her head. She put both hands on the mirror now and as the mirror cracked more a loud penetrating screech echoed throughout the house and sent chills down her spine. Then she felt a cold clammy hand tightening around her neck.

As Kaylin,Chloe and I sat in my cold basement talking about our strange and weird lives, we started to hear the dark , dirty ,and wooden planks upstairs in my kitchen and diningroom start to suspiciously speak. We started to think what was making the sound. Minutes passed and we still heard the weird eerie sound. We got up and walked to the stairwell. Then we slowly crept up the stairs one by one to cure our wondering minds.

Eagerly Ellie gets up and heads downstairs, ready to begin the new day. Last night she noticed a coffeemaker on the counter and a cup of coffee sounded nice. Reaching into the cupboard, she pauses, surprised, the coffee isn’t there. She distinctly recalls putting the coffee in this cupboard! Ellie starts opening cupboards, looking for the coffee; none of her groceries are where she remembers putting them. It’s possible she could be wrong, she was really tired.