User talk:RandomWriter74

You know those sounds you hear at night, the ones your parents told you as a kid were just the house settling? They lied to you. At least, they lied to me. I live in a pretty big house, and there are neighbors on all sides, but they don’t like my family. They always give us nasty looks- just because we’re rich. Those sounds can be very unsettling when you're home alone, and all the lights are off. It could come from anywhere, and it’s hard to tell where since the house is so large. I had a weird head as a child - or, rather, a warped mind. I heard every sound as a monster, or a man with no face creaking my door open- and often slept with my parents. I grew out of that eventually. Although, I still have a slight fear of the dark. My bedroom is fairly big, with a walk in closet. My bed is huge, I think a king size, and there is plenty of space between it and the floor. I have never experienced anything- at least, not all creepy like. I have the normal dreams and nightmares: Flying, presenting myself in public in nothing but my undergarments. You know, typical dreams. When I had the Dream, I thought nothing of it. Both my parents were at a business meeting, and were going to be gone most of the night. I was in my room, sitting on my bed. Not doing anything, really. Then I looked at my closet. The door, which I closed before I went to bed, was slightly open. Then I saw it. A huge, scaly, green hand slowly pushing it open. I blinked, and it was gone. I rubbed my eyes, then I blinked again. This obviously was a dream. I looked at my closet. It was closed, just like I had left it before I went to bed. I sighed, then looked at my clock. It was 12:00 in the morning, and it was a Saturday. I should sleep some more, since Saturday was the day for sleeping in. I layed back down and closed my eyes. The rain outside was oddly mesmerizing and comforting. I was starting to drift off when I heard a noise. I sat up quickly. Then I sighed and lay down again. Just the house settling in. Then I heard a bump. I sat up again, and looked around. Nothing was unusual in my room. I shook my head. I’m just hearing things. Then she heard the same sound- it was coming from the hallway. I got up, and wrapped my blanket around my shoulders. I grabbed the flashlight I kept on my dresser, and walked to the door. I leaned my ear against it, and listened. I could hear…. Breathing? I gently took the door handle in my hand, slowly opening it. The door squeaked, and I cringed. Whatever was in the kitchen (I heard a pot slam on the ground) heard me. I took a deep breath and walked into the hallway. No lights were on, so it was pitch black. I turned my flashlight on and kept the beam on the floor so I don’t step on anything. Bang. Another noise from the kitchen, probably another pot hitting the tile. Then I heard a groan. It sounded like a wounded animal, who had come in my house to escape the rain. I slowly descended the stairs, breathing heavily. The faucet began to run in the bathroom beside me. I froze, unable to move as a shadow moved across the hallway in front of me. My flashlight hit the ground. This was no animal. It had to be about 8 feet tall, bending to avoid the ceiling (my family is short). It had long fur, and arms that almost reached the ground. It turned it’s head towards me so I can see it’s large, ugly head. It’s eyes were large and slit like a snake’s eyes. It’s mouth stretched across it’s entire face as if it was cut open, giving a creepy grin towards me, showing it’s terrifying razor sharp teeth. It’s arms, covered in green scales, almost touched the ground. I stared at it, right in the eyes. Bad move. I felt a hard blow come in contact with the side of my head, also creating large gashes in my cheek. I hit the wall, struggling to breath. A sharp pain in my side; my sight was turning black. When I woke up, I was on my bed. I looked at the clock, turning my head painfully. 3:00 pm. I was asleep for two and a half hours. I heard a noise. It sounded like the front door closing; my parents coming home. Then my door opened. But nothing was there, like it was pushed by a breeze. Then I heard a scream. I jumped out of bed, ignoring the sharp pain in my side. I flung open the door, and saw blood all over the wall and as if whatever was bleeding was dragged across the carpet, because blood was streaked with crimson. Then I saw my parents on the ground, their limbs splayed out in all sorts of directions, their bellies ripped open and their insides all over the floor. Bending over them was several of the creatures I saw before. They stared at me. One of the opened their mouth and out of it a sound admitted. It sounded like a creaking floorboard. Then all of them opened their mouths, and a chorus of doors, floors, pots, scratches, and shuffles greeted me. My eyes widened in terror. They have been following me for a long time, roaming my house, their cries echoing in the empty halls. The sounds isn’t the house. It’s the creatures, lulling you into a false sense of security so it can tear you to pieces. So, whenever you hear a creak or a door opening unexplainably, run. Get out of there. You won’t see your family again. Or, if you see a shadow-walker, scream as loud as you can and .... …...run. Run as fast as you can and get out of there and hope they don’t follow...