Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26020030-20150303102728

You can't sleep tonight. You hear the old freezer bumbling in the cellar, the wind blowing outside, the rain softly falling on your windows. A storm is brewing up.

You still can't sleep. Something is amiss.

You hear the floorboards creaking. Maybe it's just your sister?

You turn around in your bed, facing the door. Maybe it'd be best to look her straight in the eye, be ready, and scold her for trying to scare you.

You hear the creaking come closer. She really makes a lot of noise.

You turn around in your bed, facing the wall. Maybe it'd be best to look away, to make her think you're soundly asleep, and then surprise her.

You hear her come near the door. She isn't bothering to be silent.

You turn around in your bed, onto your stomach. Maybe it'd be best to just turn around when she comes near, and give her a nasty surprise.

You hear the door begin to slide open, ever-so-slowly. She's gonna regret this.

You turn around in your bed, your gaze fixed on the roof, only pretending to be asleep. Maybe it'd be best to just be straightforward with it.

You hear someone edge to your bed, and stand very close.

You're excited.

You listen carefully. You can only hear muffles. You can hear your sister yawn.

From her room.

You open your eyes, and all that you see is the blade of an axe, flying straight for your neck. 