Twin Peaks: A Narrative Fiction

The escalation of the unknown sounds grew to be too distressing for John and Margaret when one night they were jarred awake by an unseen force. They felt the floorboards moving beneath their feet, along with unknown knocking sounds. The noises persisted until they finally fell asleep from exhaustion. Fatigued from these disturbances, they woke the next morning wanting answers.

As the door swung open, a musty odor greeted her. She fumbled to find the light switch. Standing in the doorway, she waited a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the darkness before moving into the center of the room.

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.

The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.

As she walked towards the white door of her bedroom, she hears distant gurgling. As if the sewers were backed up or the kitchen sink is clogged. Carefully twisting the knob, she was about to take a step out, but was immediately taken aback.

She couldn’t see inside because of the dirt and cobwebs on the windows. When she turned the doorknob to see if it was locked, the door creaked open as if it had been closed for years. Hesitantly she stepped inside the house and saw a group of people sleeping. As she turned around to leave, the floor creaked, so she ran out of the house, afraid she would wake them up.

She walked toward the basement, the restless spirits parting so she could pass. But the spirits watched. They waited.

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

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

She stood up slumped over and walked into her room. She set her alarm for 11:30, put her phone on the charger, took off her clothes and got in

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.

The sitting room door opened and he walked in looking distraught. He walked up to her then turned and started pacing back and forward.

She shoves herself off the bed with a gasp, crawling across the thick carpets, soft little whimpers spilling unheeded from her throat. As she moves, her arms begin to regain their strength, but her limbs feel heavy and her mind seems blurred and sleepy. Something inside her aches painfully, and warmth—Blood? Sweat? Urine?—trickles down her leg and pools on the ground.

Suddenly there was a loud creak, as if the front door was opening and the girl stood up very fast looking even more frightened than she had before. She stood there for several minutes, hands by her side, staring at the door of the room she was in with wide eyes.

She slowly walked down the stairs to get the door. She took a deep breath with every step she took, as she put her hand on the knob she felt