Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26966435-20150907235354

Meg had rented a small house recently. She was never one to believe in those cliché horror stories, but, she always enjoyed the feeling that they brought.

Although, she never thought she would see myself in this situation.

Recently, she was alone at home and got an anonymous call from a little boy, saying that he had seen he moving in. Meg thought it was strange that such young boy would be calling her. Not to mention the fact that he knew what she was doing.

She asked who was calling her, laughing to herself when i remembered how cliché this was turning. A girl moves to a new house alone and receives an anonymous call from a little boy out of nowhere.

"It doesn't matter." He said giggling. Meg let out a laugh.

"I want to play. Lets play hide and seek. You go first. Come find me." Okay. Well, this is getting creepy, who the fuck was this kid? And what the fuck was he even talking about? Before Meg could question anything, the call was ended.

"Hey, wait, no hold on!" She let out a laugh, trying to cover the heavy feeling of confusion and worries that lingered in her chest.

But, she didn't have time to play those games. She had to get a job and she still had to unpack my stuff. So, she went to her garage and opened her trunk to get the rest of the boxes. She didn't own a lot of stuff, mostly because she never had the impulse of buying things unless she actually needed them.

Twenty minutes in, and she was already exhausted. It might have been only seven boxes of mostly her computer stuff and her digital drawing equipment, but she was still tired. So, she dropped herself onto the sofa looking at the ceiling.

"Finally a place of my own." She was happy that finally she could be in peace, and she would have an entire house to place and produce her art.

She got lost in her thoughts about what she could do to that wall or to that door, when suddenly she heard a loud bang coming from under the sofa. She jumped to her feet.

"Holy shit!" She said as she attempted to calm her racing heart. She was still freaked out by the amazingly loud bang that echoed around the living room. She wanted to look under the sofa but... If you have ever seen or read something to do with horror, you know you never look under stuff. So, she shook it of by just being her tired mind telling it was time to sleep.

So, she went to bed smiling at another wave of thoughts that ran through her mind.

The next day she finally finished unpacking her stuff. So, she went for a walk around the neighborhood. It was very nice, it gave great vibes and it was beautiful.

She was so lost into the beautiful colors when she felt something touching her foot.

It was a small pink ball. She picked it up and laughed. It looked so old and worn, as if it wasn't from this time. It was a cool piece. She felt a little tug on her jacket, making her look down.

There was a little boy. He had blue eyes, black hair, and his smile was beautiful. He looked at the ball,so she figured it was his. So, she handed it to him. He smiled and looked at Meg.

"You found me. My turn." And he ran off. Disappearing into the park filled with people.

Meg decided to walk home and call it a day after that. She laughed at what the small boy had said. She almost thought he was the little boy who called but, he was too innocent compared the voice she had heard. But she just ended laughing at the stupidity as she went to bed.

She woke up to loud banging coming from the living room. At first she thought it would be someone at her door, you know, a neighbor coming to say hello. But, she soon started to doubt that idea when she checked the time.

"2am."

There was no acceptable some neighbor would have the great idea of coming knock on a person door to give a welcome speech at this time.

She got, still sleepy from her quick nap if you may call it that, and made her way to the living room. The noise was no longer heard, and the room was only lit by the street light, making it even more disturbing due to the fact that i still have a boxes around the place.

She shrugged and went back to my room, closing the door before laying down again.

But the knocking was heard once again. This time she could hear tree knocks and then it would stop. She was getting angrier and angrier. So, she got up and walked to the door surely. Closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening the door.

"My turn." A boy said. She quickly opened her eyes being greeted to an empty porch.

Her heart was racing, she could feel tears of sweet starting to run down her forehead. She turned around.

There was nothing. She sighed, feeling relieved that nothing happened.

Suddenly, the front door closes, and she pushed by an invisible force to her living room.

"10..." The voice echoed around the house as the laugher of the child filled Meg's ears. She quickly got up running to her bedroom. The laugher grew louder and louder as the child kept counting.

"9..." Time seemed to stop as she looked through the corridor. She saw a small child, leaning against the wall with his hands covering his eyes. She felt dread, she felt worried, she felt alone. She felt fear.

She lost count of what number was until she reached her room and shut the door roughly. Running to her closet to get a baseball bat.

She sat in the corner, shaking as millions of thoughts ran through her mind. The laugher was louder now, and she could hear footsteps. But, all the noise was ceased quickly.

Suddenly a loud bang was heard coming from the door as the doorknob was being turned rapidly.

All she could think was the numerous of movies she and her friends had seen. Many of them ending with scenes like this. Her heart started beating like it would jump out of her chest.

That terrifying laughter echoed from outside making Meg shudder.

She grew pale as she looked down seeing the shadow of someone on the other side.

"Who the hell are you?" She was too scared to think straight. That giggling, it grew louder and louder. Getting more disturbing as it seemed like it was melting her brain. Her head felt like it was going to explode. She brought my hands to my head, letting the bat fall to her side on the floor. All she could hear was the damn laughter.

Suddenly, silence appear again, making Meg look up at the sound of the door creeping open.

There was a small boy. The boy from the park. His face.. His face was pure white. His eye were blue. Sky blue. His hair was black and wet. His clothes seemed from a different time then this one. And his smile. The smile he had that day, it. it wasn't the same. The smile was.. malicious.

He kept getting closer, his feet never touching the ground. His giggling never ceased, she was getting dizzier. She couldn't breathe. Suddenly, he looked her in the eyes and said smiling.

"Found you." 