Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27654944-20160219083133

I was home alone .My sister was sleeping over at a friend's house, my brother and father were staying in another city for the night, and my mother was at work for some important reason as her boss had told me .The only other living thing in the house was my cat, Abby .I've had her for a good four years now.

Anyway, I was talking with my best friend on the phone when the connection was lost .I tried calling her after again and again, but to no avail.

I threw my phone on the couch, frustrated after calling her again and again, only to meet failure.

I decided to just watch TV after that when I found a documentary about Native Indians and their traditions .I kept watching it and was so intrigued that I didn’t realize Abby was sitting on me and biting my arm softly; that’s how she tells me she’s hungry.

I went into the kitchen to feed Abby and thought “well I’m hungry too” .So I got my phone and was about to call the pizza place when I saw that I had a voice message .I opened it.

Nothing, just silence .Until out of nowhere I heard a very inhuman voice say “I’m waiting” .I just thought it was a prank call since that kind of stuff never happened where I lived.

As I was brushing my teeth, I heard some noise coming from the living room .I went to see what it was and was greeted by my cat’s weird meowing .She had messed up the living room .There were pillows and bed sheets on the floor .I left to my room.

When I was in my room I realized I didn’t want to be alone, I was scared .I put my red and blue superman necklace on the table besides my bed and then hurryingly I climbed up the bunk bed ladder, but as I was climbing it I felt something soft and warm touch my foot and terrified, jumped onto the bed .I later saw that it was my cat that had touched me. So I went down the bed and took her.

Thinking I was safe and that Abby wasn’t going to scare me again, I climbed up the ladder .I was just about to reach the bed when I felt something cold touch my feet. 