User:OnyxLight

My dad just left. He said he'll be back in about 2 hours. Well, that's nice. I get to be home alone. Woop. I sit on my couch, reading the original stories of Pocahontas, Little Red Riding Hood, The Boy Who Cried Wolf and others. Then I hear a door open and class slowly. I just think it's something to do with the wind, it's quite a windy day. But then, I hear it again, and a bit of rattling with the door nob. Now I start to worry. Maybe someone's breaking in? I slowly get up, trying not to make a sound, and my finger cracks while pushing myself up from my couch. The sounds stop. I walk into my kitchen ever so slowly, and I hear a clicking noise of some sort. But then I think, "wouldn't my dog be barking by now if someone was here?" So I guess it's in my imagination. I just heard a creak. I'm not so sure if I'm just imagining it anymore. I have a shaky breath, debating on whether I should go check or not. The door just make a slight closing sound again. I go to grab a knife from the cutlery drawer. I'm going to go check. Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me. I don't know what will happen. Pray for me, please. I'm so scared. Here I go. Goodbye, for now, maybe forever.