spooky story

for school thought id post

I stare at the door, cursing my stupidity, knowing there’s no-one else to blame.  Knowing this is all my fault.  Knowing there’s no situation I’d like to be in less.  I fumble through my pockets, my numb fingers only slightly more than useless.  It takes what seems like an age for me to successfully recover my phone but in the end I manage it.  Well that’s one thing at least; I don’t have my key but I do have my phone.

 

No credit?  No credit!  As always that’s my plan gone.  I huddle on the porch step realising my position.  Locked out of my house.  Parents drinking like there’s no tomorrow at some pub.  My neighbourhood’s rough; not somewhere you want to be at night.  Not somewhere you ever want to be alone…

 

Soon I’m getting edgy, jumping at the flicker of a shadow, leaping at the wandering of a cat.  I’m still huddled on the step; no productive thoughts have formed yet.  It’s becoming desperately cold, what little body heat I had before is all but none existent.  I stand up, planning to pace, or jump, or anything; anything that will warm me up.

 

It’s no good.  Every time I make a sound I freeze.  Senses on high alert.  Immobilised.  Petrified.  Like a hare caught in the headlights.  The breath before the plunge.  Stood up I feel exposed, I miss the safety of my step.  I miss the wall at my back.  I freeze again!  This time it’s real…  My heart races.  My breathing stops.  I have no doubt.  Somewhere…  Somewhere, someone’s out there…

 

There’s a crash!  Now my heart stops too.  Tantalising seconds pass.  My panic reaches new heights.  Then…  Then…

“Laura?”

I scream, a real scream, not a girly scream, a real scream, a real proper scream of pure, pure terror!

“Mr…”

“Burns dear,”

I’m still shaking like a leaf, but I’m more than relived to see my neighbour.  I briefly remember thinking how sinister he looked when I first met him; now I don’t think I’ll hear a word against him again.

 

As he ushers me into his sitting room the warmth washes over me.  I sink into an armchair and I hear the kettle begin to boil.  As I sit drinking the tea my feet begin to tingle.  My fingers begin to seize up.  The cup drops from my hand.  The burning liquid sears my flesh.  I can’t move.  I’m utterly paralysed.  I’m locked in the sitting position. No control, but I’m aware.  So very aware.  I can’t cope: the pain, the fear, the panic…

 

My breathing’s seizing up now.  I need to breathe.  My lungs burn.  Patches of black begin to loud my vision.  I can feel consciousness slipping from me.  Seconds before I know I will go I hear him walking towards me.  A second later I see his face.  Then I hear his voice…

“See Laura, your much better off with me, aren't you?”

 

I’ve been here for months now; kept like a pet in the attic.  The fear of the paralysing drug keeps me from screaming.  I’ll never know whether mum and dad ever came home, even if they did were they sober enough to miss me?  I don’t know why I’m writing this, maybe it will just give him delight to hear my very last words.  Maybe it’s because I hope someone will find it, maybe as they read it I’ll feel there thoughts go out to me, maybe.  Maybe I just need to write a last goodbye, because that’s what this is, I suppose.  My very last goodbye.  I heard him say it earlier… Tonight he’s finally going to kill me.   Tonight I’m finally going to die…

 

“See Laura, your much better off with me, aren't you?”

 

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

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That was...amazing/scary/horrifying/awesome. I love it! I could feel the freezing cold in my bones all through the first few paragraphs. Gosh, the Mr. Burns parts just kind creeped me out. Eeek! I think I'll start getting scared now....

Awesome, as usual ;)