Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31585675-20170420040544

The only thing I heard that night was the squeaking of my door as it slowly opened. I don’t have a lock on my door anyways, and I wanted the big room in the basement. My basement room is sooooo creepy. Every time somebody steps out onto the porch or opens a door, the walls around my room creek, so I have to sleep with ear buds in on nights like this were the storm is slamming things around.

As my door creaked open, I just froze in place on my bed, not wanting to move. Scary stuff happens when the victim moves in the movies, so I just stayed still. Suddenly, somebody jerked me over and onto my back, one of their hands on my mouth. The white faced, black haired boy had a smile carved into his mouth and was sitting with his knees on either side of me. Weak attempt at pinning me down, Jeff.

“Go to sleep.”

I looked at him for a moment before rolling over and closing my eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m...going to...sleep…” I yawned and buried my head into the covers.

“But...I’m about to kill you.”

I ignored him until I felt his hands on my shoulders and he pulled me up slightly, shaking me back and forth. His smile seemed filled with humor as I layed back down, the world spinning around me.

He raised his knife above his head, readying himself to stab me. I stared at him for a moment, then rolled over and closed my eyes.

“You must not realize this is real. I’m actually gonna kill you.”

“Then hurry up, the suspense is just killing me.”

He began laughing and grabbed my shoulders again, pulling my face within inches of his.

“Dude, breath mints.” I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed the pack of mentos there. “Also, eat a snickers.”

He looked at me with what I assume was astonishment. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I shrugged and rolled over, pulling the covers up to my chin and closing my eyes. ________________

I hope I don't get into trouble for writing this. 