Xay
01-05-2011, 10:02 PM
I haven't been having very many ideas lately, so this story is probably not very good, but lately strange noises in my house have been bothering me, so I wrote this in an attempt to get it off my mind.
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I slowly opened my eyes, the glowing red numbers on my alarm clock red 11:34 AM. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. A beam of light was crawling through a crack in the window. I slowly blinked my vision still blurry from the nights sleep. As I sat there, trying to wake up, my thoughts drifted to last night. And to my surprise, I couldn’t remember how or when I went to sleep. I could remember fumbling around the darkness of my house, searching for something. I eventually gave up trying to remember, as it seemed useless. I dropped the blanket on the floor, and slowly walked towards my door.
As I stood in our kitchen, I looked around; trying to find something to eat. But to my dismay there seemed to be no food in the cabinets or fridge. I figured I would just have to ask my mother to get groceries today. I called out for her, and in return I heard a high pitched and drawn out “Yeeeeeesss” come from the third floor. I stepped into the living room, in front of the stairs to the third floor. “Mom, are you up there?” I called. In response I got another “Yeeeeesss” from behind the door, at the top of the stairway.
As I was about to climb the stairs, I noticed a piece of yellow paper stuck to the table near me. It read in my moms handwriting: “Jake, me and dad went out to get food, will be back soon.” This went through my head for a couple seconds. I looked up at the door, which was now cracked open. A pale face was looking back at me, grinning.
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I slowly opened my eyes, the glowing red numbers on my alarm clock red 11:34 AM. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. A beam of light was crawling through a crack in the window. I slowly blinked my vision still blurry from the nights sleep. As I sat there, trying to wake up, my thoughts drifted to last night. And to my surprise, I couldn’t remember how or when I went to sleep. I could remember fumbling around the darkness of my house, searching for something. I eventually gave up trying to remember, as it seemed useless. I dropped the blanket on the floor, and slowly walked towards my door.
As I stood in our kitchen, I looked around; trying to find something to eat. But to my dismay there seemed to be no food in the cabinets or fridge. I figured I would just have to ask my mother to get groceries today. I called out for her, and in return I heard a high pitched and drawn out “Yeeeeeesss” come from the third floor. I stepped into the living room, in front of the stairs to the third floor. “Mom, are you up there?” I called. In response I got another “Yeeeeesss” from behind the door, at the top of the stairway.
As I was about to climb the stairs, I noticed a piece of yellow paper stuck to the table near me. It read in my moms handwriting: “Jake, me and dad went out to get food, will be back soon.” This went through my head for a couple seconds. I looked up at the door, which was now cracked open. A pale face was looking back at me, grinning.