Original Text: I woke up.It was raining.It was cold.It was dark. I went downstairs. I made coffee. I sat at the table.I noticed a shadow at the door. I was curious. I went to the door, I opened the door. nobody was there.
My eyes shot open, I was breathing heavily. Must have been another bad dream I thought to myself. I glanced outside pane of the window the rain was pattering softly against the pane, a gentle yet eerie rhythm. I got out of bed and walked outside towards the hallway, a nice walk should help me get back to sleep, the house was chilly and the surroundings were pitch black, somehow I had a feeling tinging in my spine that something malicious was watching me, I muttered to myself about not watching anymore horror films before bed even though mum chided me not to as I fumbled my way down the hall.
A flash of lightning and a burst of thunder resounded around me, the feeling of being watched intensified, I could feel somebody hot and moist breath breathing down my neck, when I spun around, there was nobody there. As I advanced my way into the living room, another bolt of lightning illuminated the room, followed by the crash of thunder, as the room was lit up, in the corner of my eye, I spotted a grim black figure with evil eyes, he was muttering help me help e..but soon as the light faded he was gone. My heart thumped wildly, but logic kicked in, must be your imagination I told myself.
As I stepped into the kitchen, I decided to have a mug of coffee, it always helps me when I have the jitters. As the smooth and comforting taste of coffee beans warmed and soothed me, I saw a glimpse of a shadow near the door to the backyard, curiosity got the better of me, as i inched slowly towards the door, as I moved ever so closely towards the door, my throat became dry, my heart thumping and pounding my mind screaming to get away from the door, to ignore the being I saw, but I didn’t listen, and I swung open the door expecting a horrific sight.
All I saw was the dark backyard, with the rain outside and the yellow streetlights trying their best to brighten the darkness and gloom. I closed the door, and I laughed, nervous laughter, must have been a wild animal or something. All of a sudden I felt a cold presence behind me, I slowly turned around and the coffee mug crashed onto the floor. The next morning, a bloody sight greeted the morning sun, letters written in blood with a dead body laying prostate on the ground. the letters wrote: help me help me help me before I kill somebody again.
My eyes shot open, I was breathing heavily. Must have been another bad dream I thought to myself. I glanced outside pane of the window the rain was pattering softly against the pane, a gentle yet eerie rhythm. I got out of bed and walked outside towards the hallway, a nice walk should help me get back to sleep, the house was chilly and the surroundings were pitch black, somehow I had a feeling tinging in my spine that something malicious was watching me, I muttered to myself about not watching anymore horror films before bed even though mum chided me not to as I fumbled my way down the hall.
A flash of lightning and a burst of thunder resounded around me, the feeling of being watched intensified, I could feel somebody hot and moist breath breathing down my neck, when I spun around, there was nobody there. As I advanced my way into the living room, another bolt of lightning illuminated the room, followed by the crash of thunder, as the room was lit up, in the corner of my eye, I spotted a grim black figure with evil eyes, he was muttering help me help e..but soon as the light faded he was gone. My heart thumped wildly, but logic kicked in, must be your imagination I told myself.
As I stepped into the kitchen, I decided to have a mug of coffee, it always helps me when I have the jitters. As the smooth and comforting taste of coffee beans warmed and soothed me, I saw a glimpse of a shadow near the door to the backyard, curiosity got the better of me, as i inched slowly towards the door, as I moved ever so closely towards the door, my throat became dry, my heart thumping and pounding my mind screaming to get away from the door, to ignore the being I saw, but I didn’t listen, and I swung open the door expecting a horrific sight.
All I saw was the dark backyard, with the rain outside and the yellow streetlights trying their best to brighten the darkness and gloom. I closed the door, and I laughed, nervous laughter, must have been a wild animal or something. All of a sudden I felt a cold presence behind me, I slowly turned around and the coffee mug crashed onto the floor. The next morning, a bloody sight greeted the morning sun, letters written in blood with a dead body laying prostate on the ground. the letters wrote: help me help me help me before I kill somebody again.
Aaaaargh! Very creepy. You did a good job of building up atmosphere here. A very enjoyable read.
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