Scratches In The NightA Story by JessicaThis was written for a contest. I hope you enjoy :)The storm was sending the rain down onto the little roof of The hour hand of the small clock above the fireplace hit the eleven and The wood floors creaked and moaned, even under the slight pressure of such a small lady as “William? Is that you?” She called softly, walking toward the door slowly. A loud howl tore through the air, startling her. She dropped the poker, which landed beside her small foot. Leaning down, she snatched it up, ready to go to the door. Suddenly, the scratching stopped and the only sound that came from outside was the rain pounding the shingles on the roof. She ran to the window, looking out at the door, only to find that there was nothing there. Still, she checked the locks and drew the curtains closed. The banging came again, louder and louder. “Show yourself! Don’t be a coward! What do you want?” She screamed at the top of her lungs. She screamed it several more times as the banging continued on, until it finally stopped. She waited a few minutes before she relaxed, thanking God that it was over. She walked over to the mirror that hung beside the door. Her soft brown curls were in disarray and her face was paler than usual. Her plump red lips were drained of color and her green eyes were still wide with fear. She told herself that there was nothing to be afraid of and she believed it. She carried herself with grace to the bedroom, where she laid down and said her prayers before finally drifting off into a deep slumber. William came home early the next morning, after being stranded in his office by the storm. He rapped on the door a few times before letting himself in. “ Finally, he stepped into the bedroom, where William found the shock of his life; His sweet, dear She shouldn’t ignore the scratches in the night. © 2010 JessicaReviews
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Added on March 30, 2010Last Updated on March 30, 2010 AuthorJessicaIn the pages of a book, VAAboutWell, I'm a high school student that writes whenever the mood strikes. I haven't been on much lately, mainly because I've just simply been too busy with other things. But I get on when I can and r.. more..Writing
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