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Alone in the house, I looked out the window. There I saw the red and blue lights flashing through the rain as a siren could be heard. It stopped right in front of the big metal gate that sat at the front of the driveway. I felt a wave of what must have been fear, or anger wash over me. I took another step towards the window. I looked back again to see that the two police officers had gotten through the gate and were now walking up the narrow pavement guns in hand, badges gleaming in the beams of bright scarlet light. I looked back at my wife, sitting peacefully, as if nothing was wrong. I thought about my kids tucked into bed. What would I say? What could I possibly tell them that would excuse for my actions? I remembered the screams. The warm, crism blood running down my hands. I remember washing the blood of my hands in the sink. I remembered the voice of my wife, asking me what was wrong as I’d walked in the door. I remember tucking the kids in, the sense of remorse I felt. The sound of footsteps on the wet pavement grew increasingly louder. The noise infiltrated my ears, encasing me with the knowledge of how it felt to take a life. The noise of the heartbeat growing increasingly louder, only to stop. Crying, screaming, pleading, no matter how hard I tried to stop I couldn’t. I was overwhelmed with anger, the need for them to pay. Reliving the moment in my head, I tried to picture the moment I lost all my sanity, the moment I could never come back from. I remembered the struggling, the fighting. The memory was soon disrupted by my door being broke through. I was blinded by the flashlights being held beneath the guns now pointed at me. I heard nothing but the sound of a heartbeat pulsing. I felt only the sharp pull of my arms, my freedom being taken from me. I thought of my family. My wife screaming, tears running down my kid’s faces. Their bodies dropping to the ground. I couldn’t bring myself to recognize what I had done. I went about the rest of my night. I gave the kids a bath. I put them into clean clothes. I kissed their cold lifeless corpses goodnight as I tucked them in for bed. I’d sat down with my wife on the couch, as we watched our favorite show. I washed the dishes, coming upon the dreadful steak knife that I had used to ruin my own life. I couldn't explain it to the cops, it was something I couldn't even explain to my own self conscious. There was a pit deep in my stomach. I’d loved my family, I did. No matter how long I waste away in jail, I'll never know why I'd killed them.
Anonymous Alone in the house, I looked out the window across the living room i see a shadow of a man. I thought to myself for a brief second the nearest folks are miles away, so I walked with caution towards the front door and glanced outside, I look all around but noth but a black sky and a grey mist of fog. I shut the door, I walk upstairs to go to my room which is on the other side of the hallway, upstairs next to the bathroom which I pay attention to the lights that were flickering on and off in the bathroom and heard the rinsing water and the same shadow from the window. The closer i got to the bathroom door the better I could see the man with baggy cloths, with tears in his cloths, and see the glowing red blood stains with scars on his hands. I stopped walking as he was slowly moving his head, he stopped moving with the end of his eye he looked at me, then he slams the faucet. I get frightened and run down stairs at the same time I look back and see him running towards me as he’s trying to grab me. But I’ll run him and run to the kitchen to get a knife and when I look back and I. The knife he’s gone. And what do I do but I’ll never forget that night when the man came to my house and look through the window. The end
Anonymous Alone in the house, i look out the window i see my mom coming down the street in the car after going to the store. So i went outside to help get groceries, i put them in the cabinets and went to my room to do my homework. I heard a loud crash in the kitchen and started to get worried that something had happen to my mom. When i got in the kitchen she fallen and broken some plates but she was ok. The next day i had no school so my mom left me and my baby sister Lisa home and she went to work. My and Lisa were playing in the living room with some of her toys and she got up and started to walk over to my parents room so i followed. When i walked in i saw a clown statue standing in the corner i was a little scared because i had a fear of clowns. It looked like it was staring at me watching everything i was doing. So i texted my mom "when did we get a clown statue" Mom replied, "what do you mean we never got one." I replied "then why is there one sitting in your bedroom." Mom replied, "Aidan, take the baby and get out of the house... NOW!!!"
Anonymous Alone in the house, I looked out the window. Searching for the person responsible for the ear piercing screams interrupting my movie night. Someone on my street was throwing a party (I wasn’t invited), and all the screaming was most definitely from the party. I decide to take a walk to the party house, just to make sure no one was dying. Movie night was ruined anyway so an adventure would make my night interesting. Not wanting to walk through the grass, because it’s wet and full of fallen leaves, I walk strictly on the cement. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Glancing behind me I check to see if someone is following me. I know that I have not stepped on a single leaf on my walk, and there has been way too much crunching going on. You will not let the paranoia get to you. Do your breathing exercises. During my walk to the (assumed) party house I glance behind me often, still feeling like someone was following me, and see a faded black shadow. Walking towards a cluster of bushes I make my way inside them. Paranoia got to you. My heads starts spinning out of control. I’m going to die tonight at the hands of something unseen. Will my screams be silent? Will I laugh a nervous laugh as the thing takes my last breath? Will I just let it kill me? As the shadow grows larger and my breathing grows shorter, I shrink further into the bushes praying to be hidden from my tormentor. I hear the clinking of the thing’s weapon. Peaking through the bushes I don’t see anything moving around me. The panic quickly set in. Is it toying with me? Letting me think that I’m safe? That it let me live? The bushes around me shuffle. I see the thing. It’s just a cat. A cat has been following me all night. I walk up to the animal and glance at its collar, Ryan. “Aw. Ryan, you had me pretty terrified there. Where’s your owner?” I say at the cat, knowing full well that it cannot answer me. “Behind you love.” I hear the wicked tone in his voice and slowly turn around. “Woah. Woah. Woah. Man, chill out, no need for a knife. Your cat has been following me, I wasn’t gonna take him or anything,” I shuffle backwards, to make some space between myself and the guy. The knife turns glints in the moonlight. Blood. So much blood was on the knife. “Fifteen sounds like a perfect stopping number for tonight.” The screaming wasn’t from the party-- it was from this guy’s victims. The guys was following me, not the cat. Screaming is heard off in the distance, but it’s hard to tell where it’s coming from. All the sounds around me blended together. The sirens. The screams. The sobs. The panic. And worst of all, the laughter.
Anonymous Alone in the house, I waited for my parents to get home from work. It was a warm spring day, and we were going to go to the pool when they got home. My sister and I played games and watched TV. My parents came home around 2:30, and we got dressed and left for the pool. When we got to the “Greendrool Pool” it was very crowded. It turned out that today was their annual halloween party, and the whole town was there. By the time we got in, it was dark outside, and the pool was lit up with lights in the water. I could tell this was going to be a fun night. The pool as I jumped in was pretty cold, and packed. There was barely any room to jump in, but I somehow managed to jump into a gap. I stuck around and had a lot of fun with my friends Jimmy and Jeff. We messed around and kept chasing each other, like normal 10 year olds would do.”Bhrrttttt,” the whistle of the lifeguards sounded, signaling an adult swim only. I went to go to the bathroom, since I really needed to go, and I came out to the police around the pool and water turned red. I thought it was a pretty cool effect by the pool, but the cops were surveying a body floating in the pool. The body was Jimmy’s and I thought he just jumped in and started floating but I overheard my parents say that someone has pushed Jimmy into the pool, and was stabbed. The cops were around the pool for the next couple hours, and we all were forced to leave, since Halloween night was cancelled. My family brought me back home, and by the time we got home it was 6:30 at night. When we got home, Jeff and his parents were wating for us, and I did not know why. Jeff wanted to come up to my room and hang out, and my parents allowed us to hang out. We went up to my room and played with my toy football players, and then we decided to go downstairs and grab some food. We went downstairs and while I made us Sandwiches, Jeff went to the bathroom. I did not ask why, but once he got out, I clearly understood why. Jeff came out with a gun aimed right at me, and I understood what was going to happen. Jeff told me that he had killed Jimmy, and it felt good to him. I was reallly freaked out, so I ran for the door but I felt a bullet hit me in the leg, even though I did not hear the shot. I fell down and could not get back up. Jeff hovered over me, and that was the last thing I saw before I felt something hit my head, and I blacked out forever.
Joey W. Alone in the house, I looked out the window. Something terrible had happened in the house across the street. As I saw the red and blue lights of the ambulances light up my house, I imagined the worst. Someone was beaten, or even worse, murdered. A few months went by, and still I was unsure of what had happened that night. The house now appeared vacant. It never went up for sale, and I never saw anyone move out. Everyone was just gone. The family that used to live there did seem very strange though, always hiding behind closed doors and never really leaving the house. No one really understood how they had enough food to survive, seeing as they never went to the grocery store. No one dared to go into the house though, everyone just continued to wonder. I was so curious, I decided to go to the police station to ask. They said that every police officer that had gone to the house disappeared, never to be heard from again. They had to close the case, because there was no way for them to gather evidence if everyone that went inside the house died. I tried to comprehend this, but I couldn’t. My curiosity lingered, and I decided that I was done wondering, I wanted answers. I was going into the house. Tonight. I could do it. When I entered the house, the first things I noticed were the walls. They were covered in blood. There was police tape in every room, torn apart and fallen. I noticed a peculiar smell, very faint, but terrible. I could smell it even more in each room I walked into. Finally, I walked into what appeared to be the master bedroom. There was the bodies of what looked to be every police officer that had ever gone missing inside or around the house. I wasn’t quite sure how many bodies there were, as they were completely mauled. I heard a voice coming from the closet. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but whatever it was, it was not human. I tried to run out of the house, but it caught me. Never run from your fears. I did, and now I am the one stuck hiding in the closet, waiting for another victim. If I had just walked towards the closet to see who it was, I may be alive today.
Anonymous Alone in the house, I look out the window. I thought I heard a knock, so I walk over to it. I look outside and I see nothing out of the ordinary. A few children playing in the park nearby, an elderly couple taking a stroll just before the sun sets. I go back to my work, assuming it was just a figment of my imagination. Until I hear it again. And again. And again. I look out the window once more, knowing that I didn’t just dream it up this time. But still, I see nothing. Only the children going home as night falls and no couple in sight. I go back to my work. A little heedful now. I hear it again and again. Constantly. As if something, or someone, was trying to tell me something. At the thought, a chill goes down my back. As if a long thin finger swept down my spine. I shudder. It’s as if a presence has settled over the room. Knock. Knock. Knock. As if it was mocking me. Abruptly, it dawns on me. I look over to my mirror and freeze. All too aware that the knocking is coming from there. I’m petrified. I can’t move. Adrenaline rushes through me. After what feels like hours, I finally have the courage to stand up. I walk up to my mirror, never taking my eyes off of it. I look at my reflection. And I see myself blink.
Anonymous Alone in the house, I looked out the window of my room before I went to bed. I stared at the river behind the house where we fish and saw what looked like really dark rocks with white patterns on them, they almost look like humans. I had never seen them there before but I decided to go to bed at ten o’clock just like I always do. I woke up to my phone ringing, it was my dad. “Son I want you to get the keys to the car and leave NOW!” “Dad why whats going on which car?” “I don’t have time to explain but little buddy… the river people have found us!” “Where are the keys I can’t find them?” “Listen I want you to take my truck there is a second pair of keys at my desk take them and go to the nearest gas station. I’ll meet you there son I have to go.” Why would people come after us and what are river people! I grab the keys and go outside where the truck is. I get in and start going down the long driveway. I see people standing on the side of the entrance with spears and AK’s and they start to chase the truck. At that moment I floored it and got away. They looked exactly like those human sided rocks in the river. At that moment I realized what I saw before I went to sleep. I kept driving and there was a bright red car with it’s brights on coming directly at me not stopping. There was no where to go, it was a one way street. I lowered the plow and went just as fast into the car. I flew right over me and I kept going. My Dad calls again so I pull over. “Son where are you, did you see river people, are you hurt?” “They were on the side of the driveway with spears and some just tried to ram into the truck but I used the plow.” “Ok how far are you?” “About one mile.” “Alright I meet you there just wanted to check in.” I turn on the truck and keep driving. I see more of the people I saw before but in a larger quantity. They started yelling and one of them jumped in the bed of the truck. I start swerving and he flew out of the truck. I speed away where the gas station was and pulled in where I saw my Dad's Camaro. I got out and his door opened. I stared, I was shivering with what I was seeing. One of the river people came out of the Camaro. The plates were the same as my Dad’s. Then all heard was a blast and everything went black. I am the only person that is living that has seen the river people. The River People are now in a river in Villa Park where they kidnap anyone who sees them.
Anonymous Alone in the house, I looked out the window. Although it’s not what I saw that sent chills down my spine. It was exactly what was missing that made my skin crawl. The window was unlocked, and footprints were laid beneath outside. Someone had been in the house, but I lived alone... I had just gotten home from work and had cuddled up on my worn couch with a mug of steaming hot chocolate. I did as I do everyday and switched on the TV to the channel 7 news. Normally it was just background stimulation until reality shows started at 8 and I could unwind with mindless entertainment. Today there was a special on a murder of a 23 year old girl only minutes from me. “ On January 22nd of 2012, Casey Matthews was brutally murdered in her hometown after spending the evening alone in her parents house. Neighbors said they didn’t hear the brutal screams expected from the injury she suffered but DNA samples suggest...” I was half listening but mostly focused on my social media accounts I was surfing. All of my friends had went out to celebrate a birthday, but I was backed up with work and school and decided to stay home. If only I would have been less proactive... Finally, I mustered up the courage to move onto my essay that was due and stared at the screen yearning for some sort of idea to be sparked, but nothing was coming. After suffering for what seemed like ages I decided to take a break. The same news channel was on. They were still broadcasting the special. After a few moments I started to hear what sounded like a grown man’s laugh coming from the window. This was when I realized what I mentioned before. No one was there at first, but, as I moved closer to the unlocked window, which seemed like the right thing to do at the time, I could make out a tall male figure staring back at me. I realized the news was still on. “ The alleged suspect is a tall 22 year old white male who is said to have short brown hair…” The man was walking closer and with each step I became more paralyzed because the description on the TV seemed to match the stranger. “He was wearing…” A red band sweatshirt and jeans matched what I had just heard, and now my eyes were staring at what seemed to be him in the flesh. “The man is also known to have a scar above his right eye.” He was now what seemed like feet away, and my house light confirmed the mark above his eye. I didn’t know whether to run, but even if I had decided to I don’t know if I would have made it very far because it’s then that I realized I was indeed staring at his reflection. The glare on the window confirmed, I was not alone in the house.
Vanessa K. Alone in the house, I looked out the window and saw nothing but complete darkness. Not a hint of light coming from anywhere. It was as if the whole world lost power. Everything in the house shut off all at once. I stumbled in the dark, looking for my phone to use as a flashlight. “Great,” I said, “My phone’s about to die.” I quickly sent out a text to my mom asking what was going on, but it didn’t go through. I was alone in pitch black house, no power, no anything. My attention was drawn back to the window when a flashing, red light appeared across the street. I could barely make out where it was coming from. Then I realized, it wasn’t from across the street. It was reflected off my window--it was in my room. I didn’t want to turn around. I had nothing that could light up in my room, besides my TV and phone. So what could be blinking? I cautiously turned around, only to see a walkie-talkie. I had forgotten that I’d taken it away from my brother and hid it in my room. I walked over to my dresser and picked it up to see why it was lighting up. Initially, I assumed it was running low on batteries and that’s why it was flashing. But I was far from right. As soon as I touched it, a voice started to speak. A voice that was unfamiliar to me. “Hello Brooke,” it said in a spine tingling voice. “Hello? What’s going on? Why’s the power out everywhere?” I asked. That’s when I heard it. The sound of the other walkie talkie, downstairs. “Jack if this is you messing with me, stop right now,” I said into the walkie-talkie, scared to open my door and shout out to him. The voice spoke again, but this time not into the walkie. “Brooke,” the voice called from down the stairs. This didn’t sound like Jack at all, there was no way he could’ve made a voice as disturbing as this one. I ran to my door and locked it. Who was in my house? I pushed my dress in front of the door, creating a barricade. “Whoever you are, get out of my house now!” I yelled out. The sounds of feet running up the stairs came next, right up to my door. “Open up, or else,” the voice called out. I grabbed for my phone again and dialed 911, praying the call would go through. “Hello, hello! There is someone in my…” and that’s when my phone died. I was stranded in my house with no power, a dead phone, with someone who knew me but I definitely didn’t know them. “Let me in,” the voice demanded. There was nothing for me to do. Loud pounding on the door was enough for me to realize, I was asleep. I woke up in a panic, but quickly realized it wasn’t a dream. It was real.
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