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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

As she shuffled through the drawers in the dresser she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She pressed herself against the wall next to the window that overlooked the backyard. She peaked just enough to see who it was.

Safe in the bathroom, she went to the sink and carefully rinsed her face. The blood drops on her shirt seemed almost dry. Not wanting to waste any more time, she pulled her sweatshirt back on and checked her hair and make-up. She knew she looked off but there was no way to fix it.