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Panic in the Moonlight
“Hey Jen, is your boyfriend home?” Michael asked. “I tried calling him, but he isn’t answering his phone.”
“No, Evan said he wouldn’t be home until midnight,” she answered.
“He never answers his phone, not even on his best friend,” Michael replied.
“Well, if you want, I’ll try calling him,” Jennifer said.
“Oh thanks. Just tell him to call me back on my cell.”
“Alright, no problem, Michael” and she hung up. She then dialed Evan’s number, but there was no answer. She left a lengthy message stating how much she loved him and that she couldn’t wait until he came home. At the end of her message she added that Michael was trying to reach him and to call him back on his cell.
She then heard the wood floor creak. She thought to herself that her boyfriend, Evan, is not supposed to be back until midnight. Suddenly, she heard someone or something bump into her dresser. Thoughts of the recent murders on the block crept into her mind and the little boy’s body, which was removed in a body bag. She asked herself, “Am I going to die tonight?” She then realized that a smoky odor was overcoming her. She remembered the tragic day her house burned down when she was 18 and her mom and baby brother died. She panicked at the thought of her home going up in flames as it did three years ago. She put her cell phone down on the table and started to walk through the living room where the air became extremely thick. She held her breath as she entered the kitchen’s thick smoke and noticed that the stove had ignited her food, burning it to a crisp. She thought to herself, “Didn’t I turn the stove off a while ago?” She turned the stove off and put the fire out.
All of a sudden, she heard something. “Wait, what was that sound out back,” she said. She wanted to go outside and check to see whether or not she was alone on this eerie night, but she was too scared. When she conjured enough courage she picked up her flashlight and walked to the backdoor, which was, to her surprise, open and a chilly breeze was blowing in. She stepped outside and it was so dark that her flashlight provided only minimal view of the yard. She heard the crunching of leaves under someone’s feet approaching her. She turned around, swung her flashlight towards the spot, but nothing was there. She heard the sound again to her right, but when she turned there was nothing there either. She moved her flashlight to a bush just in time to see it move. She walked towards the bush slowly. All of a sudden, when she approached the bush, a black cat ran right out of it. She dropped her flashlight in surprise and ran inside screaming.
She remembered her mom and little brother, wishing that she wasn’t alone. She looked at the clock. It was past midnight. She thought to herself, “Evan should have been home by now.” Suddenly, the lights turned on in the front lawn. She slowly walked to the front door, opened it, and stepped outside. She looked around, but she didn’t see anyone. Then she squinted as she thought she saw something on the grass. She stepped off the porch as her racing heart pounded her chest. When she got a little closer she noticed that it was a body. She approached the body and saw her neighbor, Alex, lying dead on the floor. She screamed and raced inside without shutting the door behind her. She ran to the phone, picked it up to call the police, but the line was dead. Someone or something was really eager to get rid of her.
She put the phone down and ran upstairs to her room for her cell phone. She looked around and couldn’t find it. In her extreme panic she forgot that she had left it downstairs in the living room. She jumped as she heard a creaking door slowly swinging back and forth somewhere downstairs. She thought to herself, “What’s going on? Why is this happening to me?” She crept down the hall and stopped at the top of the stairs when she saw something move at the bottom. She picked up a hammer from a table at the top of the stairs and descended the stairs into a cold rush of air. It was the front door slamming in the cold night wind.
A frightening creak came from the hallway behind her. Her grip intensified as if to strangle the hammer. She took a deep breath and began to walk towards the dinning room. A thin streak of moonlight penetrated the blackness of the room. She reached for the light switch, as a cold grip tightened around her wrist. Instantly she swung her hammer and the grip released. She turned around and ran for the front door. She grabbed the handle, which did not move. She ran through the dark house, going for the back door, but it wouldn’t budge either.
Breathless, she didn’t know what to do. She had nowhere to run. She was locked in the house with a murderer....
You don't get to read the rest just because I don't feel like putting it on here -.-
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