Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26543178-20150628015542

So, it was a long night in my suburban neighborhood in Rialto, California. I was on upstairs in my bedroom, on my computer browsing YouTube videos, eating some sunflower seeds, and enjoying the night. It was about 2 in the morning. I had been doing this for about three or four hours. Since I had completely sucked down three Gatorade drinks, I went up to go to the bathroom. I exited my room, leaving the door open for some light, since the ceiling fan light was on, and it illuminated my path to the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom that had been directly across from my room.

I flicked on the light switch, and closed the door. After I was finished doing my business, I went to go wash my hands. As I was in the middle of putting soap on my hand, all of a sudden, the light had shut off. It was pitch black in the bathroom that I was in. I tried flicking it back on, but there was nothing, each time I flicked the switch, the darkness had remained in the bathroom. I finished washing my hands in the dark, and opened the door to find out that my room was pitch black as well, and I couldn't see anything at all.

I comically thought to myself "This is strange, must be something wrong with the juice box again". I continued strolling through the dark upstairs, and navigated myself to the stairway, using my hands to feel where I was at. As I walked downstairs in the dark, I eventually made my way into the living room. I got myself to the front door using only my hands, and twisted the handle. It was open. I knew I had locked it, I always locked the door. I started feeling uneasy as I walked out to my porch. Something was wrong, I felt it. I eventually made my way to the power box, only to find out that all the switches were switched to off. I immediately switched all of them back on, but it took a few minutes before the lights would come back on, so my house was still pitch black.

I was feeling really bad about that. I didn't know what to do. I considered calling the police, but my phone was still on my desk in my room. I went back into my house, and shut the door. I made sure to lock it this time. I navigated myself up the stairs to my room. Something was wrong. The door had been shut. I started feeling really scared. I heard rumbling noises coming from my room. It felt like hours, I was standing there too scared to even make a noise. I finally built enough courage to open the door, and as my shaking hands twisted the knob and put barely enough force to creak the door, I was devastated.

There, standing in my room, was a dark figure. It stood about six feet tall, and had an average body shape. It stood like something was wrong with its spine, and was slouching to the right, and made disgusting gargle sounds. It was standing directly in front of my window, staring at me. I stumbled back, completely shocked, and shut the door of my room and ran towards the stairway. I couldn't see a thing, because it was so dark. I fell down the stairs and hit my ankle on the tile floor. I couldn't get back up, because the pain was unbearable, I must had broken it. I looked up to see that thing had been slowly advancing down the stairs. Every time its foot hit the steps, I flinched in horror. It sounded like it weighed a ton. I had no other option but to crawl away into the hallway that lead to the kitchen. Finally, the power came back, since the back porch light had turned on. I reached up to the light switch and flicked it up, I now saw where I was going.

I kept crawling into the kitchen, and heard footsteps slowly advancing towards my direction. I didn't dare to look back, I didn't want to know what its face looked like. I eventually made it into the kitchen, and reached up into the drawer that contained knives and silverware. I got the biggest knife I could find. Finally, I looked back to the thing, and never saw anything scarier in my life. Its face was horrifyingly deformed, Its eyes were out of their sockets, its jaw was seemingly broken, its teeth were so rotten that they were turning green, it had a hole instead of a nose, and its head was severely misshaped. I had no other choice but to charge the thing, since I couldn't make it to the back slider in time before it eventually caught up. I lunged towards it, and stabbed it right in the chest. It fell back into the hallway, breathing heavily. I knew I hadn't killed the thing yet, so I stuck the knife and lodged it into its disgusting head. Blood poured out, and the thing was freaking out. Finally, the breathing stopped. I sighed in great relief.

A few hours later, I managed to crawl up the stairs and get to my phone. I called the police immediately. Once they arrived, they had told me that the person chasing me was a serial killer, and had escaped the mental hospital twenty years ago, and hadn't been seen since. He killed his victims at late night, by cutting the power to their homes. He would then proceed to strangle the victim while they slept. After the incident, I moved out of Rialto and into an apartment, and hoped to never come across such a horrifying person again. I don't even consider it human.

-- The admin redirected me to this, so I thought I'd give it a shot. 