Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24868143-20140427030648

"Dinner is ready!" My mother abruptly yelled for me and my father.

My name is James. My father’s name is Johnny. My mother’s name is Marry. I had a very terrifying experience long ago, especially considering my age, that I feel the need to share.

We were playing. So, my father paused the game and I barged downstairs, as I was starving. Excitement dissented in me. I still felt like we were prowling through the forests for animal meat.

I sat down on my chair, and my father sat down on his. He nudged me to catch my attention and asked, “Were you having fun?” I replied, “Yeah!” Meat and rice sat on my plate. I began slicing the meat with a knife. The knife wasn’t very efficient. So I was straining my arms.

I sliced my meat into 16 pieces. One by one, I would load 1 piece of meat and 1 spoon of rice into my mouth. When my father and I finished, I asked him, “Can we continue playing?” He replied, “I have to work tomorrow, son. I have to sleep early. I’m so sorry.”

Anger dissented in me. My body prickled in anger, as I repressed my complaints. I barged upstairs and into my room in anger. My father returns to his room after a while of not being there. As my father left, I decided to save and quit our game and turn off my console.

I lifted up my laptop to resume. I swiped my finger on the computer to log in. I browsed through websites. After a while, my computer overheated without my awareness. The black screen reflected my image. However, at the bottom right corner of the screen was a window, and out the window appeared a man wielding a knife, piercing his finger skin with it. It began to bleed. Fear dissented in me and I turned around hastily.

He was no longer there.

I screamed hysterically in horror. My mother and father barged into my room in horror as my body prickled in horror. My mother asked, “What happened?” I replied, “My computer overheated and at the bottom corner of the screen, I saw a man behind our window holding a knife!”

My father returned to his room, grabbed an Assault Rifle (Don’t remember what it was), and barged out, downstairs, and out the house. So did my mother. I exited the house afterwards without them noticing. After a while, I heard a scream. I plunged into the house and slammed the door shut.

After about less than 3 minutes, they returned. My father scolded me in his room. He retorted, “Don’t make up things like that, alright!? You got me really worried there for a while!” I replied, “No! I really saw someone!” He replied, “Then we should have seen him or her!” I nodded.

That’s my experience. I’m just watching TV. According to the latest news broadcast, about 8 victims were stabbed during a party and were eaten by a homeless psychotic man who prowls through the city for flesh. They call him, and we eventually agreed to call him, the Maneater. Every 5 minutes, I hastily turn around to see if he’s peeking through my window. I have a bat set down beside me, ready to savagely lash him. He could be in front of your window right now. Watch out, my friends…  